Cen
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Post by Cen on Sept 9, 2015 21:19:19 GMT -6
Cen scratched his own neck, giving Thunder a moment's reprieve. He wished he hadn't complained about work. The way that he had phrased it had opened the floodgates for a wave of pity to crash over him. He could have thrown his head up, and said proudly that he was headed to another assignment. That, however, would have been a lie, and Cen did not intend to be false. Even with two strangers in the woods, who if he had rode on in the other direction, would never have seen him again. Nor would he be false with himself.
Still, the way their pity seemed to come through struck the young rider. The girl's seemed genuine, shocking enough for the way she was dressed. The old man seemed to practicing good manners, albeit bluntly. Both were out of place, for a girl dressed in somewhat plain garb, learning to hunt with her grandpa in the woods. Most folks met Cen, and implied if not outright stated that he was either a bum or a thief. He got no pity for struggling, everyone was struggling. The reactions of the girl and her grandfather were much more in line with people you wouldn't find hunting in the woods. Cen cursed himself inwardly. He didn't need to be a fool, but he also didn't need to become so damn cynical. If you stop believing people can be good and true, you have nothing left to care about protecting.
Cen shook his head, "I'm not a charity case, Sir. I work for my coin." Then the old man was off. The young rider smiled lightly at the girl. "Well, it was nice to meet you Miss..." The farm boy trailed off, baiting the young woman for her name.
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Nora
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Post by Nora on Oct 25, 2015 19:53:27 GMT -6
Nora frowned as Sir Zobek began to walk forward past the young knight. Well he’d been a bit dismissive, hadn’t he? The magenta-haired youth couldn’t help but wonder if there really was something they could do to help the out-of-work knight. Sure, they didn’t have to help, but it would be wrong to just walk past someone who could use a break, right? Nora thought to how her father and mother were always willing to give someone who was down on their luck a chance - how even in the face of Kraft’s betrayal, some loyal Etrurians had been willing to risk their lives to try and protect her family.
And as the young man smiled and began what would turn into parting ways, Nora realized there certainly was something they could do to help. “I’m Nora,” the young girl said, though her attention was on Sir Zobek as he moved past the man.
“Wait!” Nora jogged over to Sir Zobek, stopping when she was directly blocking his path. Ready to say something, the young woman looked up at the old knight but then promptly stopped herself. His expression alone told Nora he wouldn’t be open to what she would suggest; she’d seen the same sort of expression from Monroe enough to know a “no” when it was coming.
All the more reason to take matters into her own hands. Peeking around Sir Zobek back to the green-armored knight, Nora smiled. “Why don’t you come with us…” Nora trailed, realizing she couldn’t quite invite the man along with them just yet, as doing so would require admitting she’d lied just a few moments before.
“...Back to Ancona?” She quickly added their destination. “I’m sure there’s someone in town who could use your help, and you could help protect us on our way back!” Nora was sure Sir Zobek would be upset with her for offering, but she couldn’t just stand by when they had a way to help.
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Post by Luke Pendragon on Nov 3, 2015 19:21:34 GMT -6
A young blonde lad, a few bags filled with supplies strapped on his back, walked through a muddied dirt road making his way toward his traveling companions. Much crossed his mind as he made his way through the countryside. What had separated him from his friends was him being tasked with the job of escorting a Mr. Monroe and Ephriam to the docks. Surprisingly he was making good time, mostly due to the fact that Lycia was his home and was familiar with the terrain. Also the idea of being completely left behind wasn't all that appealing either so that helped motivate him.
That all aside he was still mulling over his time spent with the two heading toward the docks. There was some sort of connection between Mr. Monroe and Nora but Luke had not pried at the man to get some sort of answer from him. It didn't help that the boy was becoming increasingly curious as it was clear that he was missing something. This had crossed his mind a few times but he always but it to the side. Maybe he would finally be bold enough to ask, or he would continue to push it off for another time.
As he walked his eyes mostly watched his own feet or where they were going to make their next imprint in the ground. It was until he heard singing coming from the forest just a bit off the path. Someone else traveling through this way? I didn't sound like Mr. Zobek or Nora but perhaps this person had seen one of them. The lad shook his head, there was no point in wasting time asking if someone say them if they had a clear destination. Unless this place was completely off this path Luke was sure he could just keep walking and he'd find it.
It wasn't until he heard shouting that Luke decided that maybe he should check out was going on but proceed with caution. He followed the sound of voices, two which sounded quite familiar and one that was new to him. Ears alert and eyes open, Luke continued making his way toward the source of sound until he finally reached where they were coming from. And much to his pleasant surprise were the two people that he was looking for! His head tilted a bit at the sight of an unfamiliar face that Nora seemed to be conversing to.
He had paused a few feet away from the group, standing in the path of Sir Zobek. "Is everything alright?" He would ask, not sure what the situation was. It didn't seem like there was any immediate trouble but there was no harm in asking anyway. If there was trouble he was sure that Sir Zobek wasn't going to just walk away from Nora as things seemed to be happening at the moment. His eyes moved from Sir Zobek to Nora and the armored male. Someone they knew? A stranger they met in the forest?
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Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on Nov 4, 2015 23:58:46 GMT -6
Edward would have told Eleonora to step aside, but he was too busy suppressing the shiver of anger that had begun rattling its way down his spine from the princess's use of her own real name to introduce herself. This girl... what was she thinking? He had been understanding of her earlier surliness given everything that had happened, but now she seemed absolutely hellbent on making sure that every spy on their trail was given ample information to hunt them down. They'd discussed this! Clearly they'd need to have another talk later.
"Is everything alright?"
"Of course," replied Edward, his voice calm and collected. His face was stoic and relaxed. He might be angry, but he wasn't about to show it, especially not to a complete stranger. After all, Sir Edward Zobek was a knight of Etruria, and Etruria was a country known for its strong social mores. In Etruria, one's loss of composure was frowned upon and typically opened oneself up to embarassment. But amongst the Etrurian nobility it was practically social suicide. With all of the social power games they played, even the slightest shows of anger or frustration could erode your credibility in conversation, and if it happened enough, you'd quickly find yourself at the bottom of the social totem pole. Because of this, the viscount had been trained from a young age to hide such displays while in strange or subordinate company, and so lucky was he that his current company was both strange and subordinate.
"Your sister and I were just telling this vagrant knight to have a good day," the old knight continued. The fake relationship hadn't been one prediscussed, but Luke was a smart young man, and given the way Eleonora had caught herself with the name of their destination, Edward figured they'd catch on quick enough. "But it seems she's taken a liking to the man. Perhaps wedding arrangments are in order?"
Teasing; softly delivered, but pointedly phrased. It was an admittedly bad habit he'd picked up over the years. Given how much Etrurians prided themselves on keeping their cool, getting others to lose theirs was practically the national pastime. Even towards the princess, Edward could not resist.
"Were there any complications with Mr. Ephraim?" asked Edward, ignoring Eleonora's "request" for the moment. He chose the pirate's name over Sir Monroe's for security's sake. No one cared about the name of a brigand like that.
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Cen
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Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Post by Cen on Nov 6, 2015 0:36:30 GMT -6
Almost as an afterthought the girl told him her name. Nora, a nice name, but not uncommon. Certainly a name that could be given to any sort of woman, highborn or lowborn. Of all the girls practicing the hunt in Elibe, one or two of them could certainly be Nora. Maybe she didn't look like a Nora, but Cen couldn't deny it was her name. The young woman didn't seem to be incredibly concerned with him at the moment, looking towards her grandfather instead of him. "Well, it's very nice to meet you Miss Nora." Cen drummed his fingers on Thunder's saddle as the girl offered him a trip with them to Ancona. It was a nice offer, Cen could almost believe it wasn't an offer made wholly from pity. She had even pretended that his presence would make a difference when her grandfather could bend nature and work magic. Cen was just about to open his mouth when he realized there was someone there whom he hadn't noticed.
"Is everything alright?"
The lime haired rider looked over his shoulder, and saw that a blonde swordsman had approached Grumbles McLightning Hands and began a discussion. The old man assured the newcomer that the situation was assuredly alright, and then said something that sat a far distance from alright to Cen's ears. ""Your sister and I were just telling this vagrant knight to have a good day." Cen was certain he'd made it clear he wasn't a knight. Perfectly clear that he in no way claimed to be a knight. He was a farm boy who fought for his meals, and he knew that's what he was. The man's phrasing, that he was a 'vagrant knight' implied either that the man thought so little of him that he had not been listening at Cen's introduction, or that he was purposefully choosing the words, which he could only be doing so sarcastically.
Not that his voice implied anything. No, his voice was perfectly level. The man's way of speaking showed very little emotion at all, creating a very apathetic string of sentences. Still, it angered Cen. This man out in the woods, who spoke like he was higher than the young rider, brushing him off like a gnat. The youth's face showed no anger however. One of the first things he'd been taught by his father was never to show displeasure at the way someone with more power or more money treated you. Or how anyone treated you. After all, Cen was a boy from the Cornwellian countryside. In the countryside, losing your head opened you up to all manner of feuding and discomfort. With the landed nobility however, it was practically suicide. With all of the mistreatment they handed you, even the slightest shows of anger or frustration could be seen as aggression, you'd quickly find yourself at the business end of a headsman's axe. For that reason, Cen and his siblings had all been taught by their parents that if they were ever in the company of someone who thought they could treat people as they please, it was best to stand up for yourself as best you could, but to show little emotion. It was just Cen's luck that he was dealing with a man just like his parent's had warned him about.
Then the elder made a jest about marriage arrangements. Cen decided to respond with his own small jest. Slipping his feet from his stirrups, Cen kept his voice light as he spoke, "Well, I doubt the trip to Ancona would pass through Cornwell, and of course Miss Nora would have to meet my mother before any such plans could be made. It's nahce to meet you sir, I'm Cen son of Cedidale, of Cornwell." The older man asked Nora's apparent brother about some other person Cen supposed would show up and completely ignore him as well. So the rider turned back to Nora, and spoke loudly, "I'd very much like to see Ancona, and of course I wouldn't let a young woman and her grandfather, and brother I suppose, go without protection." A sarcastic comment flashed in Cen's mind, but he elected not to say it. He could add, 'What kind of vagrant knight would I be if I didn't accompany you?' But he wouldn't say it. That would be a bit too much emotion.
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Nora
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Post by Nora on Nov 6, 2015 14:46:58 GMT -6
The young princess felt her face grow hot as her skin presumably turned a similar shade to her air at Sir Zobek’s prodding. Nora was no stranger to teasing, no, usually it was something she enjoyed partaking in herself. It was essentially a national pastime for Etrurians to goad one another until someone became offended and lost their composure; to some, the victory of that was nigh impossible to overshadow. Nora usually loved the sport of it, but today, it felt particularly pointed. Perhaps she’d been away from Etruria too long - or perhaps Monroe was kinder than she would allow herself to remember.
Who was Sir Zobek to make flippant pokes at her like that? Was he not someone who wanted to help people? Or was he only interested in helping others when it served him best? Nora was so angry she barely realized that Luke had rejoined them. It seemed that even with the good time they were making, Nora and Sir Zobek had dallied enough to let Luke catch up with them before they’d reached Ancona. That didn’t matter now, though, Nora thought sullenly. She would not be dismissed, not the way Sir Zobek was trying to do so now.
Walking - well, more like stomping - away from Luke and Sir Zobek and towards Cen and his horse, Nora grinned as Cen bit back with a small jab of his own. Nora was sure it wouldn’t knock Sir Zobek from his feet, but at least it was more than Nora had said to try and retort. And besides, the young magenta-haired girl at least knew what would push the old man’s buttons.
As soon as Cen said he would accompany them to Ancona, Nora flashed a smile back at Sir Zobek before looking back to Cen. She was absolutely beaming, and perhaps it was because she knew she wouldn’t have to make this whole trip with the old windbag knight now. “Well I know I appreciate it Cen, son of Cedidale of Cornwell.” The youth chuckled after saying his title, having not called someone by a title like that in some time; she imagined it would feel just as ridiculous introducing herself with her own title, which was too long for her to even remember - hopefully it was still written down somewhere.
“Well, Papa,” Nora said before looking back to Edward and Luke, “are we ready to set off now that my brother has found us? I don’t see the harm in traveling with Cen and his horse here.”
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Post by Luke Pendragon on Nov 9, 2015 11:28:41 GMT -6
Luke had definitely missed something going on here. Sir Zobek seemed to be calm and collected but Luke was beginning to feel a strange vibe coming from the older male. He wasn't sure why he was feeling this way but it was probably best to not make the situation worse. who was the man with the horse? From the way it felt like there was a bit of tension in the air Luke figured the guy wasn't really a friend. Maybe just a random man that they might in the forest, though how they ended up over here off the path so much was a wonder to Luke.
A confused look ran on Luke's face for a brief moment as Sir Zobek went to call Nora his sister. It didn't take too long for Luke to put two and two together and figure to roll with it. Hopefully no one had noticed his confusion at first though it wouldn't be surprising if someone had. He looked back to Nora and the knight after Sir Zobek had made his comment, a bit of a small on Luke's face due to finding what was said humorous. He hadn't seen this side of Sir Zobek before so this was interesting.
His attention went back to Zobek, almost having completely forgot about the person in the question due to all this new excitement. "Not much," Luke began as he thought back to the trip to the docks. "With the condition he was in there wasn't much of a problem," He finished, referring to how Ephraim was bound. Any type of resistance coming from the pirate wasn't going to yield him much seeing not only how he was bound and much smaller than Luke expected. Having Mr. Monroe with him helped as well.
Pretending to be a family was odd, even more so seeing how Luke wasn't sure as to why they were doing it. Hopefully the rider wasn't going to try and question that and he just bought it, which it seemed like he was. Luke wasn't sure that they needed protection seeing how he was aware that Sir Zobek was pretty powerful himself. The lad just shrugged, ready to go along with anything that was decided. He wasn't aware of who this man was but if Sir Zobek was alright brining them along then sure. If Nora was alright with it then Luke was okay with her judgment, though keeping an eye on him would probably be a smart thing to do.
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Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on Nov 9, 2015 22:10:54 GMT -6
The old knight was very aware of how the princess bristled at his remark, but he paid her no mind. The fact that this situation had become anything more than a passing greeting and a passing farewell was the result of her inability to follow instruction and keep herself silent. She was acting like a... well, like a spoiled princess right now. She may very well be the heir to the Etrurian throne, but she was not Edward's liege; not yet at least, and as long as that was the case Edward remained in charge. That was something she had agreed to before they had left Wilderose, but as was typical of teenage girls, agreements and promises meant nothing in the face of feelings and emotions.
After nodding to Luke in approval, acknowledging the young man's good job in the handing off of the pirate, Edward's steely gaze focused on the green-clad horseman. This "Cen, son of Cedidale of Cornwell" bothered him. Not because he suspected him a villain, no, Edward was sure he was exactly who he said he was, but because of how he was behaving. As a young man who clearly styled himself a good natured and humble fellow, he was surprisingly quick to ignore custom and side with Eleonora, the granddaughter of a complete stranger, when it would get him what he was clearly looking for: pay. Edward simply shook his head. Was this lime-haired horseman assuming that an old grandfather would do whatever he could to keep his grandaughter happy? Well, unfortunately, given that Eleonora would clearly not be swayed, he was right. Yet still, appealing to a young girl's bleeding heart was such a pathetic and underhanded way of getting what you wanted. Edward would have scoffed had he not been doing his best to remain stone-faced.
"Well met, Cen," replied Edward with a curt nod. "Eddard of Ancona." The identity wasn't an elaborate one: simply a variation of his own name from the town that was to be their next destination, but Edward was a knight, not a spy. False identities were not his strong suit, neither creating nor acting them, so he had historically kept his operations covert by simply limiting his interactions with those he did not have to interact with. But of course Eleonora had made that an impossibility now, and seemed absolutely intent on provoking the old knight's ire. She was reminding him of his own daughter, and not in a good way. "You can accompany us back to Ancona. I'm sure Nora will enjoy the company." Obviously he needed not the protection, as he wagered that even in his old age he was ten times the fighter this Cen was, but if it kept Eleonora quiet and focused, then there was only so much more harm she could do. He'd just have to keep an eye on Cen as they traveled the next day or so.
"Come, Luke," he said with a nod. "Let's be on our way. We've wasted enough time."
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Cen
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Post by Cen on Nov 16, 2015 13:45:29 GMT -6
No reply from the brother, that was good. That was polite, definitely made Cen feel like he was an active important part of this conversation. Ephraim, that crazy b*****d? What's he been up to? Stayin' away from the booze I hope. Luckily Cen decided that he'd likely be the only one to find a statement like that funny, or even know he was joking. Still, Nora seemed to have some genuine happiness at Cen saying he'd come with them, which was enough to make Cen feel he'd made the right decision. Some color even took his cheeks his when the short girl said his full name. It sounded like a Knight's title when she said it, not like a matter of fact identification. It sounded nice, to hear it said like it was something special for a change.
Then Eddard tried to get the show on the road, and Cen wrapped his right forearm in Thunder's reigns, walking to the horses left side. He began to lead the tall beast down the road. The giant horse clopped along, head bobbing violently with each step. The young horse always liked to show off when he met new people. Cen looked over at Nora and smiled, "Miss Nora, ah don't know if you've ever rode a horse, but if you'd like to give the big beast here a try I'm sure he'd be happy to carry someone lighter than me." Thunder's eyes rolled over to Cen, but he kept walking on, stomping his hooves to show how powerful he was.
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Nora
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Post by Nora on Nov 19, 2015 12:31:54 GMT -6
Nora beamed with just a hint of smugness as Sir Zobek resigned to allowing the green-haired knight travel with them to Ancona. It might have been petty, but for Nora small victories meant more than they necessarily should have. After all the little petty fights with Monroe to be allowed to go out, even for a short while, it was important to Nora to take what she could get. And besides, Cen had been pretty nice considering Nora had pointed a nocked bow at him, and Sir Zobek had broken his spear. The least they could do was afford the mossy man company.
The magenta haired youth could barely contain her excitement as Cen offered to let her ride his horse. How long had it been since she’d been able to ride! She'd loved riding when she was younger, but since Monroe and her had been in hiding they couldn't have a horse; Wilderose itself had only two horses total, so them coming with one would have been too suspicious to onlookers.
“Oh I'd love to!” Nora exclaimed, moving towards the beast, though not too quickly so as not to scare him. She waited for the stallion to stop before raising a delicate hand to his mane, barely able to reach the horse’s neck to pet him.
“He’s very handsome,” the teen said, all the while still smiling. If she closed her eyes, she could have almost believed she was in Etruria again, and if she opened her eyes she’d see her brothers telling her to hurry up so they could go.
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Post by Luke Pendragon on Nov 19, 2015 15:28:57 GMT -6
Luke was definitely feeling the awkward tension going on between other three. So much so that he wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Sir Zobek apparently had some sort of issue with Cen but Nora seemed fine with him. That's probably where this tension was coming from and it was clear on Luke's face that he wasn't sure what to do with it. The lad shrugged, figuring it would probably work itself out and it would be best if he didn't play sides. That name however sounded familiar for some odd reason…..Cedidale of Cornwell. Why was that name so familiar to Luke?
Well if Nora was alright with the guy then Luke figured that was enough, he pegged her as a good judge of character. Funnily enough the comment that Cen had made was probably not that far off as the guy did seem like the type to be off his rocker, which made Luke smile a bit. Still Luke's mind went to the name, trying to figure out what it meant. Regardless the way the man spoke reminded him of his brothers which made Luke laugh a bit. He wondered if Cen was farm boy like he was, by the way he spoke it sounded like they were cut from the same cloth. Luke stalled behind Sir Zobek a bit, to get closer to Nora and Cen one of which was admiring Cen's horse.
"It is a mighty fine horse you've got there Cen, you raise him yourself?" Luke walked over to the steed, giving the powerful looking horse a once over. It was hard to tell was breed the horse was and that was probably due to it most likely being a crossbreed. Luke was pleased with himself, seemed like all that time on the farm really did rub off on him. "Name's Luke, sorry didn't introduce myself earlier. Wanted to make sure I told………er grandpa that everything worked out with our friend," Luke almost slipped up for a second there with the whole fake family thing.
He wanted to ask Cen if he ever heard of the Pendragons but Luke didn't want to end up going down that rabbit hole. Luke wasn't sure how long he could of kept of the façade of not actually being related to Nora and Zobek if he started talking about his real family. Though it would be interesting and nice to meet someone who was familiar with his family and had a similar background.
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Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on Dec 19, 2015 0:11:55 GMT -6
Edward made a slight scowl as he watched Luke hang back with the other two. The boy, like Eleonora, seemed drawn to this horse rider for some strange reason. It was then that the old knight had to remind himself that while he was on an important mission, arguably the most important of missions, these weren't trained knights or devoted volunteers. No, they were children, and one of them barely wanted to be here as it was. Edward sighed. He would have to get used to that again, and perhaps be a bit more leniant because of it. It had been such a long time since he'd seen his own children that he'd forgoten that disobediance was part and parcel with one's younger years. Even Edward had gotten himself in a fair bit of trouble in his youth, first with his magic, then with his tactics on the battlefield. The old knight couldn't count on his fingers how many times he'd butted heads with an obstinate superior who, in his mind, wouldn't have known a good strategy if it bit him on the nose.
But remembering that didn't make the viscount any less adamant about his desire for secrecy. He had noticed that the blonde adventurer was a bit uncomfortable when referring to himself with his impromptu identity, but it was for the best. There was nothing odd about a grandfather and his grandchildren traveling together, but a grandfather, his grandaughter, and a random youth? That could get people asking questions, and questions were exactly what Edward was trying to avoid. Perhaps after this next leg of the journey he'd sit down with Luke and figure out a cover that was easier for him, but even if he did it wouldn't be until this Cen character was well on his way.
"Be careful, will you?" called Edward over his shoulder to Eleonora as she was clearly preparing to take Cen up on his offer to ride. Given how the last few minutes had been going, he saw no point in dissuading her, but he would take no break in advising her caution. "The last thing we need is you falling off and breaking an ankle."
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Cen
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Post by Cen on Dec 19, 2015 1:54:49 GMT -6
The big horse had never been so dramatic. Multiple people paying attention to him seemed to make the beast grow to twice his normal size, and the noble steed threw his head back in order to flip his mane romantically in the light of day. When Nora's brother walked over and started making an introduction, Cen only half listened. He was more distracted grinning as he watched the light run through the short woman's hair as she closed her eyes and let her hand rest on the horse. He only picked up on small bits of what the other young man said. What he did get was, "Name's Luke... earlier... er grandpa... friend." There was a moment's hesitation when the blonde swordsman referred to his Grandfather, but at the moment Cen didn't care. Besides, of the three family members, this Luke character actually sounded like a wholesome country boy, which put Cen even more at ease.
"Howdy Luke, name's Cen like I said," Cen grinned once more. Then Eddard broke in and instructed Nora not to fall, which reminded Cen of something that could have gone horribly wrong. He bent down to whisper into the horses ear, "Brown Eyes." If he'd forgotten to whisper that before a new rider took the saddle, the short girl might have been thrown off. Well, maybe not, Thunder seemed to like her. Still better safe then sorry. "His name's Thunder." Cen considered whether or not he should offer her help into the saddle, but thought better of it. A lot of the time when he offered help to people they seemed upset. Especially shorter people.
"You can hop on now, the big fella'll go whatever speed you want 'im to." He decided to throw the grandfather a bone, "Although he might not want to run too fast, we've had a long day." The phrase Brown Eyes was a precaution set in place by his great grandfather to prevent anyone from stealing horses off the ranch. If someone tried to mount one of the line of Cedidale's horses without the beast being comfortable with them, or without saying a phrase picked by the breeder they'd have a very rough ride. Brown Eyes was one given to horses born around three years ago, when Cen's mother had been incredibly cross with her husband and the man had tried to get back in her good graces by giving each of the horses a phrase that signified his favorite thing about her. It had worked, and every horse in the year but one had been given that phrase. The only horse that hadn't been given the phrase was one that was bought as barely a colt, with only minimum training, apparently bought by some Sacaen. The horse was Thunder's runt of a brother. In any case, the larger of the horses lifted its front right leg, and looked very much like a ridiculous horse in some Etrurian painting.
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Nora
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Post by Nora on Jan 8, 2016 16:13:52 GMT -6
If it was somehow possible, Nora’s smile grew wider, her eyes alight with happiness as she continued to stroke the horse’s mane. He was large and strong, and certainly wouldn’t have any trouble at all carrying the small teen. Still, Nora couldn’t help but feel a bit worried, seeing as how long it had been since she’d sat atop a horse, especially one as large as Thunder.
“Oh, I’ll be fine Papa,” Nora scoffed, just as any rebellious young woman with no regard for her safety would have said. At Cen’s word, Nora moved away from Thunder’s neck, examining the saddle and considering any way it might be possible for her to mount the horse on her own. She grabbed the saddle, trying to hook her foot in the stirrup but to little avail.
After a few moments of struggling, Nora sighed, looking back to Cen with a sheepish grin. “Mind giving me a leg up?” And of course, being the proper gentleman the knight was, Cen nodded, helping the short-statured young woman to mount Thunder. It was as if a great pressure had been lifted from her feet - after all, they had been walking for quite some time, longer than any of the hunts Monroe had taken her on.
Suddenly a pang of sadness coursed through her. No, this wasn’t the time to think of the navy-haired man, not at all.
A whinney from Thunder quickly back to reality. She was thrilled to be atop the great beast, and she laughed as he lifted his leg, as if posing for a portrait. Nora had neglected to listen carefully as Cen cautioned that Thunder might be a bit tired, as she was too excited to be on a horse again after so many years. She wanted to go fast, and as she clucked her tongue and gripped the horse’s torso firmly with her knees as she remembered from learning to ride, she felt exhilarated as Thunder obliged her and began to run forward, leaving the three men behind and Nora with the wind in her hair.
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Post by Luke Pendragon on Jan 8, 2016 19:32:00 GMT -6
Cen seemed like a nice guy and again it was nice to meet another country boy out here. Definitely someone Luke could relate to a bit more than the others. Thunder was an impressive steed that was for sure, put some of the horses Luke's family raised to shame. "Thunder, what a nice name for a fine horse," Luke would say admiring the horse once more before his eyes trailed off to who was currently riding him. He had paused for a moment, thinking he noticed something odd with Nora for a second. It seemed like she had suddenly came to her mind but neighing from Thunder had distracted him.
Due to how quickly all that happened Luke wasn't sure if he had really noticed anything or it was just in his head. Next thing he knew Nora and Thunder were off, leaving the rest behind in the dust. "Woo wee! Look at them go!" exclaimed the young farm boy as he ran, reaching Sir Zobek. A big happy grin was plastered on Luke's face as he watched the two take off. He would look to his side and notice Zobek and figuring that the man would be less than pleased Luke could only shrug rather nervously, not exactly sure how Zobek was going to react to Nora taking off.
"Should probably make sure she doesn't end up hurt shouldn't we?" Luke would ask though it was mostly a rhetorical question and something he felt was obligatory to say despite not having much concern himself. It was probably best that they picked up their pace a bit to not get completely left behind. She seemed like she had done this before so Luke wasn't particularly worried but still, if anything had happened it was better that they were there right? Watching Nora ride Thunder reminded Luke of his time on the farm and all the fun that he would have riding, he missed it.
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