talat becomes immortal. in an effort to make it seem like her weirdly old horse isn't, you know, demonic or anything, aerin gives him a horse-friendly, magical dye job every so often. she pretends he's a new horse every once in a while and stages some awful, tragic accident for her horse's previous fake identity.
"aerin," tor says the second time this happens. "five different people saw you painting him orange today. horses don't even come in orange. what are you doing."
"he looks sick as hell," aerin says. talat whinnies his agreement.
they try to keep him hidden from prying eyes while aerin is "looking for a new horse". sometimes, he gets out; they're not sure where he goes, but aerin has an inkling.
("what the fuck," luthe says, staring at the horse in his kitchen attempting to chew his hair. "what the fuck??"
"neither doors nor death could ever stop me," talat would say if he had a human mouth. "neither can your silly magics. your hair is tasty." unfortunately, he doesn't have a human mouth, so he settles for snorting smugly and slobbering over luthe's shirt.)
