The male could hardly wait, and yet he was trained in the virtue of patience and brought that talent forth as he watched the woman with a twitching tail and forward alert ears. Their was a bit of anxiety bubbling inside, worried that she would say no. It was in her every right to do so, she claimed these horses and could put any price on their heads. Alder would respect that, and honor it if she chose a higher payment then he had brought. But he hoped and wished and silently pleaded that he would have enough. She spoke, light feminine voice bringing him the sweet words she hoped to hear. Alder grinned a toothy smile and felt his heart lope and bound in his chest. But he kept him composure, a son of Anu would keep his wits about him. No, thank you miss. This is very nice of you. It was all he could say, happiness bubbling and frothing at his brim.
Alder turned to look at the black stallion, and as he thought of a name for the horse. He had never named the mare, she hadn't asked for one nor had anyone ever really claimed her. But she seemed right here, beside the tribeswoman. There was a kindness among them all, a tranquility that made the horses at ease and the mare was easily affected by it. He was certain that here she would find her name and true place. As the black and white stallion would find those things at the side of the masked man and in the Cour des Miracles Court. His head turned at her voice and he nodded slightly. Yes, I was taught by Element. He is a cat. Alder explained. I have been practicing with the horses in the Court, their dialect is pretty easy for me now. Birds are harder though. He said as he thought about the black feline that he had seen those months ago. He enjoyed Element a lot, and appreciated his teachings even more.
He nickered at the stallion, who still lingered under the tree, asking if he would follow him in the hopes that he would approach the fence and come with Alder beyond the pasture. His black nose rose upwards towards the branches and pulled at the small leaves. It was hawthorn tree, his mother had taught him their names as a pup. It's size was not as impressive as an oak or a pine, but its shadow stretched outwards in the lowering light. Maybe I'll call him Hawthorn. Alder added when blue eyes returned to Liliana, a crooked smile showing his happiness. The stallion came to his back, his voice loud and his head and neck shaking long dark mane about.
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