He avoids directly meeting her gaze as much as she does him. He keeps his eyes mostly on the magnificent horse she's fussing over. He is a handsome beast, all regal lines and he holds himself like he knows he is kingly. It makes Sylvain smile all the more to see the ego in him. Horses are truly such goofy creatures at their core, it charms him to see them acting dignified. Of course most true war horses do, and he doesn't doubt that a shieldmaiden's mount was trained for battle.
"He is, and I think he knows it too. May I?" He asks as he approaches from Windfola's other side, perfectly within the horse's line of sight. He's a man clearly used to being around horses, almost as if he was raised in the heart of Rohan itself and not from a village far into the mountains, where fewer are born into the saddle. He offers a hand for scenting, the other moving to rest gently against the stallion's neck. "Hello, there," he mutters soothingly to the horse, his eyes bright with affection, though he avoids direct eye contact with Windfola, so he doesn't pose a threat or a challenge.
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Date: 2022-03-10 03:00 am (UTC)He avoids directly meeting her gaze as much as she does him. He keeps his eyes mostly on the magnificent horse she's fussing over. He is a handsome beast, all regal lines and he holds himself like he knows he is kingly. It makes Sylvain smile all the more to see the ego in him. Horses are truly such goofy creatures at their core, it charms him to see them acting dignified. Of course most true war horses do, and he doesn't doubt that a shieldmaiden's mount was trained for battle.
"He is, and I think he knows it too. May I?" He asks as he approaches from Windfola's other side, perfectly within the horse's line of sight. He's a man clearly used to being around horses, almost as if he was raised in the heart of Rohan itself and not from a village far into the mountains, where fewer are born into the saddle. He offers a hand for scenting, the other moving to rest gently against the stallion's neck. "Hello, there," he mutters soothingly to the horse, his eyes bright with affection, though he avoids direct eye contact with Windfola, so he doesn't pose a threat or a challenge.