She shook her head slightly, used to her friend Neal mooning over the wildmage.
The three equines came to a stop together, though the riderless one had clearly started somewhat later. The lead was a pony mare, large set and rough looking, ears back as she studied Link. The larger pony behind her seemed the calm sort, eyeing Link as though he was contemplating if he had treats.
The third was a large warhorse, a strawberry roan gelding with scars all over his flanks and a mean look to his face. On his back is a dog that looked like he'd seen many battles himself. small and mostly white with black on his nose, his one whole ear, and his crookedly healed tail.
The ponies both had human looking riders, the calmer pony held a tall slender stick of a man in long flowing robes with a bit of a hooked nose, he looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, a bit of silver in his otherwise jet black hair. On the smaller pony was a girl who was maybe mid twenties, maybe, with deeply tanned skin and a smattering of freckles under her green hazel eyes, her curls pulled back under a kerchief, a silver chain running under her plain shirt, the charm at the end of the necklace a lump there. She wore simple clothes, a plain shirt and plain breeches, and good study boots. She didn't seem to notice a small amount of bat droppings on the top of the boot. The two sparrows flew over head and landed on Kel's shoulders, then fluttered up again, as Kel bowed to the both of them.
"Master Numair, Lady Daine."
The young woman sighed a bit. "I'm no Lady, but thank you. And this is the lad you wanted us to look at?" she asked, looking to Link. "Welcome to Tortall."
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Date: 2018-10-26 09:41 pm (UTC)The three equines came to a stop together, though the riderless one had clearly started somewhat later. The lead was a pony mare, large set and rough looking, ears back as she studied Link. The larger pony behind her seemed the calm sort, eyeing Link as though he was contemplating if he had treats.
The third was a large warhorse, a strawberry roan gelding with scars all over his flanks and a mean look to his face. On his back is a dog that looked like he'd seen many battles himself. small and mostly white with black on his nose, his one whole ear, and his crookedly healed tail.
The ponies both had human looking riders, the calmer pony held a tall slender stick of a man in long flowing robes with a bit of a hooked nose, he looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, a bit of silver in his otherwise jet black hair. On the smaller pony was a girl who was maybe mid twenties, maybe, with deeply tanned skin and a smattering of freckles under her green hazel eyes, her curls pulled back under a kerchief, a silver chain running under her plain shirt, the charm at the end of the necklace a lump there. She wore simple clothes, a plain shirt and plain breeches, and good study boots. She didn't seem to notice a small amount of bat droppings on the top of the boot. The two sparrows flew over head and landed on Kel's shoulders, then fluttered up again, as Kel bowed to the both of them.
"Master Numair, Lady Daine."
The young woman sighed a bit. "I'm no Lady, but thank you. And this is the lad you wanted us to look at?" she asked, looking to Link. "Welcome to Tortall."