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"Yes, it is in both our blood." He agreed with a little smile, patting Breixo's rump to indicate the horse. A pale ear flicked back to listen to their conversation, and then the stallion snorted, returning to his nap. Drakien chuckled fondly, remembering the first time he'd been gifted the Gypsy Vanner. It had been the first gift Baba had given him, the first sign that he was truly one of them; it had made him feel welcome. Of course, the cloak had been from her as well, and made him feel just as loved, but nothing truly compared to having a steed as grand and gallant as the other Romani in the caravan. It made him feel like a part of them; one of the group. And, individuality aside, it felt good to be a part of something.
At her mention of roaming the seas, he couldn't help but shudder a little, shaking his head with a wry grin. "Ah, not for me, friend! The sea is too harsh a mistress." He admitted, remembering the long weeks spent being tossed about on the deck of a ship, sea-sick and dizzy. The ground wasn't supposed to move in such a way, and he knew many a man who agreed with him; but he'd never have gotten this far without those waters, so he supposed he also held a grudging sort of respect for those who'd mastered them.
Drakien barked a laugh as Ariadne spoke, and then shook his head, his smile quite sincere even as he eyed the finger tracing across his chest, not entirely sure what it was doing there. They seemed to have gotten very comfortable very quickly; but then, he didn't really mind so much. "No, I would not be." He agreed, and then flashed a devilish grin and added, "I would leave where you could find own way back!" He was kidding, of course, but it brought up the fond memories of being left that way the first night he'd tried to get lucky with one of the women in the caravan. She'd left him with nothing but a note telling him where the caravan was spending the winter months, and he'd been left trying to catch up to them for nearly a month. Quite amusing, actually. He hadn't tried again.
He thought that was rather the point, though. It taught him to have more respect for women, at least the ones cunning enough to know better.
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