At first Noss was impressed by Ezra and his horse's jumping and running--it seemed as if the all the Court's horses were talented and prized, and perhaps he should tell Alder so the next time he saw him--but quickly quirked a brow as Ezra's horse began a wild romp. As soon as they were within sufficient earshot, that horse bucked the black and white man clear off his back, causing him to fall into a roll. He appeared fine, however, as he called out a greeting, although he did not right himself. Noss urged Taima to trot forward so that he might lean over and peer down at the other man's face, deciding whether or not he was truly alright. "A little trouble there?" he asked as he motioned his head to the other horse, who he was none too worried about as she appeared to be going to the stables. The Marshall--or someone else--would get her in properly, if she did not herself. "She's quite spirited," he added after a moment, offering a hand to get the other man up. Noss couldn't say that he had quite the same trouble with Taima as Ezra appeared to be having with his own horse; the stallion was fairly mellow, but knew how to run when prompted. He had quite the loud step and was not a jumper like Ezra's horse, though; he'd give him that. Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks. |
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