Wish upon a star, squire!

Frodo Silvertongue · 02-08-2012, 05:28 PM

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Sorreh for the wait :< word count; 692

It was funny to watch Ahiga with the horse. Such a powerful friendship was formed when you sat upon a horse, especially if it was the first time you had sat upon that horse. It was not always that way; sometimes you just felt as if you were borrowing the horse, and you knew in your heart that it was not truely yours for the taking, but Frodo could tell out of the corner of his eye that the young boy fancied Buck for his own. And he didn't doubt that Buck would indeed belong to him once the day was through; he'd been given the communal horse Rohan easily enough, so why wouldn't Ahiga be given the privalege of a horse as well? True he was young, but that made him all the more excited about horses; at least it had been that way when Frodo was a boy.

Frodo slipped another glance in Ahiga's direction to watch him ride; like all luperci general riding came naturally because of their strong legs and easy balance, but Ahiga had something more than that. A fine apprentice to take on in the art of riding and hunting, Frodo thought to himself. He had a parental urge to ruffle Ahiga's head and tell him he was doing just fine, but of course it wasn't his place. All he could do was be stern yet encouraging with the boy, and see where it went from there. However, he picked up on the sour face and snappy comment towards Frodo's intructions, yet merely shook his head with a small smile. Ahiga was stubborn and, like most boys of his age, probably thought he knew better than everyone. Well, he'd learn soon enough - Frodo vowed - that listening to your elders took a lot more intelligence than doing the opposite.

As they walked to the edge of the woodlands he scratched through his mane and inhaled deeply, tasting the fresh air with his senses. And then suddenly he stopped and looked at Ahiga when the question was asked. Frodo had a bemused expression on his face, for Ahiga had just repeated his little quirk from before, but he said nothing of it. Right, ye limey shark biscuit. We gotta look for these pommycobblers, so lets dip our lids for the bludgers in the brown. No being a cheeky larikin, as we gotta fetch our fleabags and our dasies from the devil dodger. he looked around the trees, deadly serious, and then broke into a short trot straight through the middle of the woodland. He continued talking without turning around; Watch out for other hunters, an' the weather, an' we should be able to avoid being chinstrapped. We just gotta keep our meat tickets about us, because if we don't, we'll be a landowner. at this point he couldn't hold his nerve and let loose a smile, because of course he was being as confusing as he could to have a little joke. But then he decided it was best to let Ahiga know what he was doing. Basically, we go catch some reindeer, freestyle! he commanded. No specific way to hunt for the moment, he'd just see how it flowed.

It was a while of trotting until he finally caught the scent trail of a herd. It seemed they were not at their usual crossing so he had to change course, drifting through the grass silently on the white stallion. The wind changed direction once or twice but eventually he could see the herd, a smaller one with a single calf in it's midst. Frodo sighed. The herd had the calf bundled into the centre, there was no way they'd catch it. But there, on the edge of the group, perhaps outcasted and shunned, stood a young cow with a wound in it's shoulder. Now, bishop. Tell me which one we're goin' for. And think before you speak. Frodo would easily be able to tell from this little test whether Ahiga had a hunter's eye or not. Frodo smiled mentally, and simply sat calmly, his fur swaying in the breeze as he waited for an answer.

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