Wish upon a star, squire!
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Twisting in his seat he faced the darker male and awaited his response and as the male began to speak the young lad found himself concentrating immensely on the simple task of not laughing. It seemed as if the older male chose random words and strong a sentence together, resulting in a whole lot of nonsense that the young Nishant couldn't make any sense of. Still, since the other had agreed to take him out and he hadn't ridden in such a long time, he held his laughter and the insulting words that spun through his mind back, eager for the other to start actually making sense so that he could get to the fun part of hunting. When the other male started to look around, the white boy followed suit in an attempt to appear like he understood a word the other had spoken, but all around was woodland and he couldn't see anything of interest nor figure out what the other was looking for.

As Frodo resumed speaking again he made a little more sense then he had initially; a warning about the weather and other hunters. The rest of what was said made no sense to the boy but he nodded his head in agreement anyway. Just as his head rose from the nod he noticed the others smile and instantly frowned in confusion; wierdo. The insult longed to be spoken aloud but once more he stopped himself and continued to listen to them male who finally made sense.

Silently he followed the others lead, growing slightly unsure and highly doubting the others vague plan of 'go get Reindeer'. Finally a herd came into view and he peered over to the older male, shifting Buck's reigns around to free his right hand so that he could push his fringe back. As he lowered his hand back to the reigns Frodo addressed him and he blinked at the question and for once he did as he was told; he thought before he spoke. Young or injured are the easiest to catch or one separated from the majority of the herd he spoke aloud, staring at the herd and paying no attention to his companion. Running his eyes over the herd, his eyes falling onto the form of a singular deer, somewhat away from the bulk of the herd. So that one he said, dropping the reigns with one hand so he could indicate to the one separated from the others.

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