He's searching, looking along the stalls for a familiar brown nose and a wicker he knows well when a faint sound from Marian catches his attention.
Joining her, his eyes follow her nod, and he steps forward, a weight lifting from his heart as his fingers trace lightly over the lion's head of the pommel, the hard leather grip. He'd know the sword Gimli the Dwarf made him out of a thousand such blades.
Thank the Lion.
It's no use taking the tack before they find the horse meant to go with it, but he hears a heavy body shifting in the stall across the way, and when he goes to look, it's Kiseki's mild eyes that he meets, looking at him reproachfully.
"My apologies, old friend," he whispers, relieved and smiling.
How they'll get him back to the bar is another problem, but at least this first is solved.
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Date: 2012-03-30 05:18 pm (UTC)Joining her, his eyes follow her nod, and he steps forward, a weight lifting from his heart as his fingers trace lightly over the lion's head of the pommel, the hard leather grip. He'd know the sword Gimli the Dwarf made him out of a thousand such blades.
Thank the Lion.
It's no use taking the tack before they find the horse meant to go with it, but he hears a heavy body shifting in the stall across the way, and when he goes to look, it's Kiseki's mild eyes that he meets, looking at him reproachfully.
"My apologies, old friend," he whispers, relieved and smiling.
How they'll get him back to the bar is another problem, but at least this first is solved.