Ah. I was going to say, that's one helluva name, but now I see it's more of a descriptor, hm?
[ He gives her the classic thin-lipped smile of understanding in lieu of a nod, following her lead there, and then puts the matter of the man's name aside. He'd love to find out more, of course, why he was given such an evocative descriptor and whether or not everyone around here gets one like that, but that's a conversation for another time.
Resisting the urge to clap her shoulder or nudge her in some way, he softens his expression. ]
Don't worry about me. I made a career out of diplomacy, I can handle difficult men. Even well-informed ones.
[She gives him a look designed to make her dubiousness clear. It is one thing to be a diplomat, that look says: it is another to be an unwanted guest in an enemy's land.]
I will trust you. But trust me, also, and call on me if you must.
Come, would you like to see the stables? [They may as well do something while the storm rages, and he seemed interested enough in horses before. Besides, the horses may need calming, as the wind seems to be rising.]
[ Her look, as polite as her silence may be, startles a chuckle out of him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. ]
Promise. [ He doesn't really think that high-tailing it off to where the lady of the hall might be to avoid questions he doesn't want to answer will work as a long-term strategy, but hopefully neither of them will have to find out. If he's only here a little while, they'll both be fine.
Probably.
Her offer to take him to the stables has him perking up. ] If you have the time.
I imagine whatever time I have while you are here, I will spend it in your company.
[Which means there are limits on the things she can reasonably do, and, frankly, she is relieved by that.]
Besides, I meant to spend the next hour or two in practice drills, and I shall not have a useful field for it in this weather. Come, then. If you admired my horse, you must see Snowmane.
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Date: 2025-09-25 08:39 pm (UTC)[ He gives her the classic thin-lipped smile of understanding in lieu of a nod, following her lead there, and then puts the matter of the man's name aside. He'd love to find out more, of course, why he was given such an evocative descriptor and whether or not everyone around here gets one like that, but that's a conversation for another time.
Resisting the urge to clap her shoulder or nudge her in some way, he softens his expression. ]
Don't worry about me. I made a career out of diplomacy, I can handle difficult men. Even well-informed ones.
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Date: 2025-09-26 02:59 pm (UTC)I will trust you. But trust me, also, and call on me if you must.
Come, would you like to see the stables? [They may as well do something while the storm rages, and he seemed interested enough in horses before. Besides, the horses may need calming, as the wind seems to be rising.]
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Date: 2025-09-27 02:24 pm (UTC)Promise. [ He doesn't really think that high-tailing it off to where the lady of the hall might be to avoid questions he doesn't want to answer will work as a long-term strategy, but hopefully neither of them will have to find out. If he's only here a little while, they'll both be fine.
Probably.
Her offer to take him to the stables has him perking up. ] If you have the time.
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Date: 2025-10-03 12:58 pm (UTC)[Which means there are limits on the things she can reasonably do, and, frankly, she is relieved by that.]
Besides, I meant to spend the next hour or two in practice drills, and I shall not have a useful field for it in this weather. Come, then. If you admired my horse, you must see Snowmane.