[Having taken her measurements, Crookytail apparently decides that Orlok is just the right size to be a playmate. She wheels away from the foal--an impressive motion in a wormipede--and gallumphs a body-length away before craning her head back in a universally entreating gesture. Well? Did her new friend want to go for a run?
Myr cocks his head at Niles' explanation, actually putting his hands thumb to thumb as he works through that measurement in his head. Horses weren't for city elves or Circle mages any more than they were for guttersnipes; his understanding of them isn't yet intuitive. After a moment, though, he gives the odd little hum that stands him in place of a whistle.] Maker's breath, that's--impressive. Will you be training her for battle?
[...It's curious, suddenly, to think Orlok might be the only horse so-trained in Aefenglom. The Cwyldtid weren't a conventional army to be routed by well-deployed cavalry and Morgana had shown them amply that war between the cities needn't involve standing armies.]
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Myr cocks his head at Niles' explanation, actually putting his hands thumb to thumb as he works through that measurement in his head. Horses weren't for city elves or Circle mages any more than they were for guttersnipes; his understanding of them isn't yet intuitive. After a moment, though, he gives the odd little hum that stands him in place of a whistle.] Maker's breath, that's--impressive. Will you be training her for battle?
[...It's curious, suddenly, to think Orlok might be the only horse so-trained in Aefenglom. The Cwyldtid weren't a conventional army to be routed by well-deployed cavalry and Morgana had shown them amply that war between the cities needn't involve standing armies.]