Much like with people, he hadn’t been around any individual horse long enough to form deep attachment or love. The animals carried him into battle, but so did a breaching tower. Some were better than others. They were equal parts ally and enemy, creatures he had to cut down as much as he had to care for, and died as often as men did. He cared for them as he did for his armor, or for his sword - diligently, but with no particular affection.
The stout plains horses were different from the beasts on the battlefield, sporting hard wooden saddles and unruly if the rider’s hand was weak. Soldiers with money and status would don them in gleaming armor, appearing godlike and fearsome on the battlefield. A horse’s bite or kick could kill just as well as a sword, and they made the most of any animals with aggression in their blood.
Although he wasn’t wearing them, piled in his armor and equipment were a pair of spurs on leather straps, the silvery spiked wheels unremarkable to him but probably quite cruel-looking to an outsider.
He seems pensive as he notices the difference in the horse’s equipment, the lack of bit in particular, and looks back to Lashan.
“This a leisure ride we’re doing? It didn’t sound like it.”
If someone was lost in a forest full of bandits, he’s just going to assume the worst.
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Much like with people, he hadn’t been around any individual horse long enough to form deep attachment or love. The animals carried him into battle, but so did a breaching tower. Some were better than others. They were equal parts ally and enemy, creatures he had to cut down as much as he had to care for, and died as often as men did. He cared for them as he did for his armor, or for his sword - diligently, but with no particular affection.
The stout plains horses were different from the beasts on the battlefield, sporting hard wooden saddles and unruly if the rider’s hand was weak. Soldiers with money and status would don them in gleaming armor, appearing godlike and fearsome on the battlefield. A horse’s bite or kick could kill just as well as a sword, and they made the most of any animals with aggression in their blood.
Although he wasn’t wearing them, piled in his armor and equipment were a pair of spurs on leather straps, the silvery spiked wheels unremarkable to him but probably quite cruel-looking to an outsider.
He seems pensive as he notices the difference in the horse’s equipment, the lack of bit in particular, and looks back to Lashan.
“This a leisure ride we’re doing? It didn’t sound like it.”
If someone was lost in a forest full of bandits, he’s just going to assume the worst.