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She listened to his suggestions as she led the way through the orchard. “Mmm, no, I don’t think so. Our establishments are generally respectable.” As he made his suggestion for haste, she chuckled. He wasn’t one to get chummy with the guards, though she had no doubt that if it meant adventure, he’s happily antagonize one. Titan included. She lifted her skirts over her ankles as she crossed into the pastures, several horses lifting their heads to watch the pair curiously. Redfire, grazing at the far end, spun on his hocks and charged, straight for Patch, before veering abruptly at the last possible moment and prancing to greet his Queen, point made, apparently.
She paused to stroke the chestnut’s nose before nodding toward the stables. The stallion cantered readily toward the building, Queen and Patch in tow. As the stallion made his way to the saddling area, Briena stepped into a feed room, waving a hand and undoing the laces of the gown with a bit of Craft and letting the fabric fall away, calling in a stack of traveling clothes and pulling them on with a sigh of relief. As she buckled the belt around her hips, she vanished the gown, safely storing it in that other plane of a storage compartment before she stepped from the room, scooping a handful of oats for Redfire.
She grinned at Patch as she fed the handful to the stallion. “Walking or riding?”
He wandered after her towards one of the horses, leaning on the stall and grimacing at the beast within. "On second thoughts, maybe you take a horse and I'll walk." Things with minds of their own were rarely to be trusted as transport, as they tended not to have the same ideas as their rider.
Briena had to grin when Patch answered her question. It was actually something that she had done in her travels; leaping from the room she had rented in an Inn onto Skywind’s back. It had been necessary then, but she had no doubt Patch would probably do it just for the excitement. “Hah! You think I’ve never had to jump from a window onto a horse, ever in my life?” Fathomless sapphires twinkled at him as he grimaced into the stall. “That mare’s out of commission. She’s nearing her foaling date.” The pearly white mare inside snorted heavily, as though in relieved agreement, her sides fully swollen, and a visible onslaught of kicking battering her right side.
Redfire huffed impatiently as the Queen tightened the girth and ran a deft hand over the fastenings of the gear. She had brought no bags, intuition hinting that it was unlikely to be too long of an outing. It was likely that this was all another one of her adventurous friend’s plans to steal her off for some fun and excitement. With him, you never quite knew. “I suppose, though you would have to jog. Redfire’s not been out for a few weeks; he’s fresh.” Meaning the horse would no sooner go slowly for a walking man than he would allow the man on his back.
The Queen peered over the horse's back and grinned at the man before she swung up into the saddle, settling comfortably and cocking her head at him. "Do you feel like getting your exercise?"
"And often times it was from men on horses. With nets and spears and dogs..." he said with a waft of his hand in the air, "But the funny thing about those sorts is they're terrible once you get into a forest." He tossed a glance back over his shoulder to make sure she had followed, or rather to make sure he had walked to the correct exit. "I mean, dogs and horses can't climb trees. Now if they came at me with hawks or snakes I could be in trouble."
He pondered the thought for a moment, wondering why men never did hunt with birds. He had heard that birds could tear flesh open with talons and peel metal with their beaks when called upon. Maybe it was just stories.
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