Guts mutters a ‘Thanks’ to Vena once the helmet is plopped onto his head at a slight angle. He rises up while tightening the chin strap to his liking, and gets moving. Better not wait around to be grounded.
He approaches Safflower, giving the stout mare a light scratch on the withers to show he was there. When her response seems neutral enough, he mounts himself onto the saddle. Despite the differences in the tack, he’d ridden enough horses - bareback on some occasions - to make the movement look smooth and easy.
A black-tipped ear swivels back curiously, he notices, acknowledging his presence there. Maybe the clink of plate armor was unusual when coming from her back. It returns to its forward position as he seats himself. Similar enough, he thinks, until the horse starts to turn to the left. He stares at the tufty black mane in a moment of puzzlement before he realizes his mistake.
“You weren’t kidding about about the responsiveness.” he remarks to Lashan.
Guts corrects the position of his right leg, the knee askew from adjusting to the different seat. He’d have to be careful with his cues. This unfortunately left him facing the priests they were trying to avoid as they arrived, making awkward eye contact. Up there, he hardly looked like the boy Lashan had taken in, disguised by the layers of steel into something far more menacing.
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He approaches Safflower, giving the stout mare a light scratch on the withers to show he was there. When her response seems neutral enough, he mounts himself onto the saddle. Despite the differences in the tack, he’d ridden enough horses - bareback on some occasions - to make the movement look smooth and easy.
A black-tipped ear swivels back curiously, he notices, acknowledging his presence there. Maybe the clink of plate armor was unusual when coming from her back. It returns to its forward position as he seats himself. Similar enough, he thinks, until the horse starts to turn to the left. He stares at the tufty black mane in a moment of puzzlement before he realizes his mistake.
“You weren’t kidding about about the responsiveness.” he remarks to Lashan.
Guts corrects the position of his right leg, the knee askew from adjusting to the different seat. He’d have to be careful with his cues. This unfortunately left him facing the priests they were trying to avoid as they arrived, making awkward eye contact. Up there, he hardly looked like the boy Lashan had taken in, disguised by the layers of steel into something far more menacing.