a tale for the telling

Theodoric Martin · 10-12-2010, 09:09 PM

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They continued to talk horse for a while, Theodoric nodding appropriately. The ponies were too small to support most full-grown adults, but he supposed children or smaller lupceri might ride comfortably. Finishing their training shouldn’t be too difficult -- after all, they already wore packs and halters, and would accept a cart’s harness. Liliana did have a point about trusting the male pony; Theodoric himself had hesitated in purchasing a stallion over a gelding or a second mare. In the end, he decided that the potential benefits of having a breeding pair outweighed the problems a hormonal stallion could cause. And, to Duncan’s credit, the pony was generally even-tempered.

Liliana identified Dawali as the pack’s leader, and Theodoric muttered the name under his breath, so as to learn to say it correctly. It would be horribly rude of him, if he couldn’t properly say his own leader’s name. Kindness and sternness were admirable qualities to have in a packmaster, Theodoric noted. He’d have to make sure to introduce himself when the time was right. “I’m sure I will.”

Theodoric was completely occupied by following Liliana, keeping the ponies in line, and admiring the landscape he would now call home. If he felt the eerie aura the porcupine emitted, he dismissed the sensation to sensory overload or perhaps lingering nervousness from the borders. Certainly, he didn’t see the spirit guide when it appeared at Liliana’s side. Instead, he wondered where they were going and if, perhaps, they would meet any other pack members along the way.

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