The Stillness of Frozen Breath and Empty Lungs (breath) wrote in faeparties, @ 2014-05-28 13:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *stables, halis, nyx |
WHO: Nyx and Halis
WHAT: A nice, normal, non-sexual ride on some ponies
WHEN: After a totally innocent question about riding that definitely had no double meaning at all
WHERE: The stables and the meadow beyond
WARNINGS: Gross amounts of grumpiness
Truthfully? He didn't ride. He had no idea how to ride, and so he arrived at the stables as quickly as possible to find a mount that wouldn't kill him. Why the Queen insisted on having horses named Thunder and Gale and Torrent he didn't know but he wished one of them, just one, might be called Silence. No such luck. Halis speared his fingers into his hair and resisted the urge to yank it out at the roots. Why, he thought, did I suggest riding? In the end, he decided Cyclone might be the safest choice. Wind was his domain, at least indirectly. So of all the horses, Cyclone was most likely to obey. And she was a mare. Not that he was good with women, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with a stallion's attitude. He'd managed to give her a lump of sugar and coax her from her stall when his wisp alerted him to someone's approach. Nyx, it told him cheerfully, and then it buzzed off to great her on his behalf, likely with far too much monotone enthusiasm. |