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 Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 9:13 pm
For a precarious moment, Jack teetered on the edge of a temper, but the moment was quickly gone. He snorted and shook his head. Rory was clumsy with his words, to be sure, but he was honest. Although mentions of the side benefits of friendships were generally left unsaid as per the standards of polite society, it did not mean they were not considered. At least Rory was upfront about it and did not seem inclined to attempt abuse of a friendship.
"I apologize. I'm afraid I've come across a few bad apples, makes me a little sharp from time to time. It seems we have a deal, if you'll still take it." He offered his hand to the younger man.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:04 am
Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) for the boy, he had no idea that some things were just not talked about, having never been raised in polite society. He nodded, giving a shy smile, and shook Jack's hand. "W' got a deal." He leaned against the horse again, regarding the man. "Ye donae plan t' learn ridin' in tha' get up, eh? I knows ye got t' look proper, but ye might wanna wear somethin' ye can move in an' not be too worried at gettin' dirty." He smiled a bit, hoping he wasn't insulting the man again. "I think ye'd do well ridin' Kettle at first, too. He's trained for trick ridin'. I'd offer t' teach your buck there, but I figure he'll be more comfortable wi' ye teachin' him after ye've learned, yeah?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 9:10 am
He chuckled. Oh, yes. This boy was going to be a breath of fresh air compared to the high society types he had been forced to put up with of late. "Don't worry," he assured Rory. "Contrary to popular opinion, even officers have training clothes." Noble-born men, too, but no need to advertise that fact.
He glanced at the buck in question. Though Aster was pretty laid-back as far as Guardians went, Jack had never attempted to let another ride him. He rather suspected that it would be like putting an unsuspecting passer-by on a kelpie. His Guardian may not attempt murder, but he was sure to take them for a wild ride. The buck's most innocent expression did nothing but confirm his guess."That...may be best."
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 9:33 am
Rory laughed, leaning forward to stroke the buck's nose affectionately. "Aye, he seems loyal only t' ye. Kettle be th' same, but I donae think he'll fuss as much as yer lad there. I've used him afore t' train new riders." He looked over at the man. "I suppose w' can do a lesson on fightin' since I donae think ye keep yer trainin' clothes on ye. I gotta get Kettle outta his tack an' wipe him down. Come back t' th' stables an' keep me some company, I'll take one o' them fightin' lessons from ye." He moved to lead the horse back to his stall.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 9:55 am
New rider. The term was a little odd when hearing it in conjunction with himself. He had not been a new rider since scarcely after he could walk. Sometimes, it felt almost as though he had been born on horseback. But he supposed that it was an apt descriptor, in this instance. He was hardly a seasoned trick rider.
He followed Rory and watched as the younger man settled his horse back in, then casually removed his jacket and began rolling up his sleeves.
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