"First time ridin' a horse your way into a fight." he remarks with a certain teenage bluster, though there wasn't that big a gulf between riding Safflower and spurring a warhorse into heated battle. Then the old lady paces ahead and goes to do her own version of showing off. He does pay attention to the cues, even if he doesn't appear particularly impressed by the display. He will not be so easily wowed, Lashan!
"Hey - " A small protest in annoyance as some twigs land on his helmet. Safflower seems largely undisturbed, huffing and shaking her head to get the dirt out of her mane. Dissatisfied with leaving the interaction end like that, a noise of indignance rises up from somewhere deep in his boy chest as he brushes the detritus off him. He gives the horse's chest a gentle squeeze of the knees to get the mare to trot ahead.
"All right. Is there secret word to get 'em to bite, or...?" He decides to take point, because what good would he be wielding a sword behind the archer? "And what was that word you said?"
He pronounces it about as well as your average Midlander - which is to say, terribly. It was almost as if he was emphasizing all the wrong syllables on purpose. It earns him a puzzled tilt of the ears.
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"Hey - " A small protest in annoyance as some twigs land on his helmet. Safflower seems largely undisturbed, huffing and shaking her head to get the dirt out of her mane. Dissatisfied with leaving the interaction end like that, a noise of indignance rises up from somewhere deep in his boy chest as he brushes the detritus off him. He gives the horse's chest a gentle squeeze of the knees to get the mare to trot ahead.
"All right. Is there secret word to get 'em to bite, or...?" He decides to take point, because what good would he be wielding a sword behind the archer? "And what was that word you said?"
He pronounces it about as well as your average Midlander - which is to say, terribly. It was almost as if he was emphasizing all the wrong syllables on purpose. It earns him a puzzled tilt of the ears.