Wish upon a star, squire!

Frodo Silvertongue · 01-07-2012, 10:30 AM

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Yup. He belongs to AniWaya, does Buck. was the reply Frodo gave the boy. The narrow shouldered wolf gave Ahiga and odd, sideways glance and then waited for the kid to make himself useful. Obviously he had nothing better to do; his parents, if they were here or if he even had any; musn't have had any chores for him or anything to get his hands dirty, so pushing the boy into work seemed the next best thing. Ahiga was only a child, and so it would be great getting him to learn how to hunt, and the ups and downs of weaponry and horse back. Sure enough, he obviously knew what he was doing as he boarded Buck with sure and steady vigour, and rode him out of the stables without a care in the world. Admiration flooded through him while Frodo looked onwards, and he snorted at the comment.

I ent no old man, ye jolly rodger!! he cried, putting a hand against his chest as if it had taken him great offence. You're just an imp, boy! he carried on looking shocked, and then gave him a wink and a smirk, before tottering over to Strider. Bareback and bridle-less he boarded the great stallion, and then drew a full circle clockwise, so he was facing Buck and Ahiga. Right, I'm hopin' yer know how ter use tha'. he said, gesturing with a hand at the spear on the boy's back. Frodo had a bow, but a spear would prove just as useful. Frodo hoped he knew how to use it properly, otherwise the results of the friendly trip would turn disastrous. However, if Ahiga proved to be promising, Frodo would probably ask him out hunting again, and take him in as an apprentice of sorts. Rule is, throw it from a distance and collect it laters, you follow? he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he nudged his horse around and they started at a lazy trot across the mud.

He'd gone roughly a long way, but it was all over flat ground, the fields outside the stables were long and lush, and easy to see the horizon over. Ahiga would have easily been able to follow. Just to make sure, Mr Silvertongue flashed a searching look over his shoulder, albeit half hearted, before suddenly flying into a canter. He bent down and lifted up over his horse as they cantered diagonally up a long hill, and leaned back considerably as they went flying down it again. By the end of the hilly area, the woodlands was near; the place where Frodo spent most of his time hunting. He knew there was a herd of reindeer near here that had crossed for the winter, but he'd follow just his nose from this point. When he passed the first tree, he slowed into walk, as they wouldn't want to be disturbing any potential prey.

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