not a prayer for the refugee

Loviere Dinabalo · 10-02-2011, 02:21 PM

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Lovi had never been comfortable riding horses. Perhaps it was because he did not understand the nature of the horse. What drove a creature to allow another being to ride it wherever it pleased? One day he would have Octavian ask. Or try to ask himself, with what little Low Speech he knew. They were definitely beautiful creatures. Strong too. He kept his hand held up to greet the two canines, trying to show he meant them no harm. Like a cripple could take on three horses and two Luperci anyways.

The white lady was short and petite. Her soft tone comforted him slightly. He had been slightly afraid that the group might mean trouble. She seemed pleasant enough - talkative, definitely. He wondered if she would mind his simple speech. Loviere took a quick look at Wayne and the wagon. The look of the hybrid told Loviere to be sure to get on his good side. His soft golden eyes fell down to look at Octavian, who was playfully running circles around the colt. The raccoon sped between the legs of the young horse, ringed tail lashing about to touch the creature.

"Sorry about the raccoon, ma'am. He's just a goof." Loviere dipped his head to acknowledge the woman, eyes shining happily. At her offer, he felt slightly flustered. He knew she meant well, but he never really liked being given the easy road. He could fare just fine on his own, but he had to admit, he was quite tired. He shook her hand gratefully after she introduced herself and then spoke in his own cautious tone. "I'm Loviere. Nice to meet you, Dixie-May. The goofy one there's Octavian. A ride'd be nice, definitely. If you don't mind.

He lifted a hand to wave cautiously at Wayne, keeping his eyes low. He found himself wondering what the group was doing around here and where they were headed, but waited for Dixie to speak again before he asked.

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