Cai seemed insistent on the fish, so Drakien shrugged and began breaking down camp as he set off, folding up his own furs and wrapping what leftover alcohol he had in his blankets. After finding the horses nowhere in sight, he scratched his head and let out a short sigh before tipping it back and howling. It was a long, low sound, one that echoed shortly and then cut off, but it should work for the purposes of bringing Breixo, at least, as it was a signal the Romani had been sure to train all their horses in so that they could wander as far as they liked--within a few miles, at least. As he broke down the rest of camp, putting out the fire and bundling everything onto the end of a large stick, rather like the classic picture of a runaway. He regretted then that he had no vardos, but having only Breixo of his own to pull such a carriage, Drakien supposed he could wait. One-horse vardos were notoriously small, and even with a large Vanner stallion like the palomino coming over the rise, he wouldn't get much space.
Breixo came up shortly afterward, and luckily enough someone--Drakien couldn't remember who, as he'd been drunk off his ass for most of the night--had tied the grey to his own pierced stallion, allowing them both to wander despite Cai's horse not being trained. At least, not trained to the extent that Breixo was; Drakien patted the stallion gently on the neck, getting a snort and having to dodge a bite in return, and loaded up the bags hanging off his sides. He wore nothing more than a blanket other than that, the bags strung together with a piece of worn rope so that they hung rather like saddlebags despite this not being their purpose.
After collecting what little Cai had and glancing around for the lad, Drakien scratched his head and sighed, heaving himself up onto Breixo's back and leaning against his neck. "Nu lăsaţi fără Cai. Sunt prea mahmur să se ocupe de atitudinea astazi." He ordered the Gypsy Vanner in Romane, expecting the horse to understand him better in that than in Russian. It was not to be, however, as the moment he'd finished speaking Breixo began an anxious trot, dragging the gray along with him by the rope tied around their necks. He didn't know if that meant the horse understood him and was taking the chance to act out, but with a grim snarl Drakien took a handful of mane and began attempting to control his steed.
He would be fine, as long as he didn't get thrown from the saddle. He didn't think his poor head could take that.[/html]