[Hymn #70] ~Rapide~ [Movement]

[nightcrossed]

[Nathan's "unicorn" comments had at least warranted a look around the stables. Tear had seen plenty of interesting creatures, but the horses and the winged horses (called "pegasi" or singularly a "pegasus") were somewhat new. It was hard not to like creatures that would willingly trot up and take apples or carrots out of the palm of her hand. (Not that she was spoiling them or anything! She'd only brought a handful of apple slices yesterday - and it wasn't as if she could resist; the animals seemed both charming and intelligent.) Apparently they were riding animals; Tear had never ridden any sort of animal before, not even during her training, but the prospect was somewhat intriguing.

This afternoon, however, she was forgoing apple slices and instead waiting around for Guts. Perhaps she'd learn a thing or two about proper riding form by watching him.]

They move as if they haven't a single care in the world.

((OOC: This will use up 1% on Tataroo Valley part deux, leaving 1% left and 34% total used.))

Comments

[guts-noglory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, might be that. Or maybe I remembered stuff without really realising it, since I haven't had a chance to play with the ponies yet.

[Guts hesitates for a second, being the type of man to do everything by his lonesome plzkthx, but then shrugs.]

...sure, knock yourself out. Grab me that saddle and pad and we'll get that on him.

[He unbuckles the halter and slides it off from beneath the bridle before doing up the chinstrap and nosepiece, tugging the gelding's forelock free of the headstall gently.]

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

I suppose that explanation is also possible. People may remember things in various ways. This instance did seem a bit different than usual, but it's familiar enough to me now that I don't feel it necessary to question its authenticity.

[We understand. Tear's pretty independent herself, but she doesn't like standing around doing nothing. Might as well distract herself by lending a hand.]

[The melodist nods briefly and makes her way over to the saddle and pad to heft them up in her arms. They're somewhat heavy, and dusty, but she doesn't seem to be having a great deal of trouble with them as she makes her way back over to Guts and the horse.]

He's quite well-behaved...

[guts-noglory.livejournal.com]

So far. Saddle goes here, narrow end to the front. Make sure the strap isn't caught up first.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Tear nodded in understanding and hefted up the saddle. It was a bit more difficult now that she was lifting her arms higher, but she managed to hoist it above the gelding's back, checking that the strap didn't get tucked underneath before laying it across its back.

Her nerves were still a little unsettled, but she was confident she could handle this - so long as nothing unforeseen happened.]

Like this?

[guts-noglory.livejournal.com]

[Guts gave a curt nod after a moment and ducked under the gelding's neck, reaching under the pommel of the saddle to adjust the blanket a bit and tug the girth free of the stirrup.]

Okay, now grab that strap and cinch it up under the flap there.