Horsing Around

“I should have explained what I do here. Before…” Before she wanted more from him, but she already did. 

Qahhar finished closing his trousers and stacked his hands beneath his head. His voice grew alert with caution. “I presume it has to do with Chaucer? And Mittens? Restless spirits?”

“Yes.” Kiki gave a dry chuckle at herself for asking him if his spirit was restless. It was. She could see and hear it, but not in the same way most spirits were restless here. 

Not that there was a “typical” person who was drawn to taking other forms. Some wished to be horses, others preferred to be a cat—or a wolf or a lizard. They came in all different sizes and colors and classes. 

There were no rules except that she, Kiki, must let them set their own rules and go along with them.