I Won't Turn My Back On You (Eachann)

[Septimus]

Summer 35th, 512AV (Evening) Having it been a few days since she had gotten back into her true skin, she decided she would attempt to have a relaxing evening. One where she would just take a stroll through the streets of Syliras, maybe patrol for a bit, and hopefully have no interruptions. But alas, things we're bound to change. Things didn't always happen as she planned out. Some things were close others could be the exact opposite. Just depended on what destiny had in mind. Her hooves made a clattering clip clop sound against the well cobbled streets. Some select few people took notice of her large dark figure walking the streets with the rest of the members. Others chose not to show a care in the world or felt it wasn't worth their time. Hearing crying, her large self immediately became more alert to try and pinpoint the source. A little girl no older than five was looking at her almost terrified. Not sure if it was her size or just her dark appearance but her sapphire blue eyes glistened as she halted and lowered her head to the little girl. With a horse grin and a snicker she gently nudged the small girl. Her tears dried up quickly and a grin grew across the girl's face. Septimus nudged her again with her muzzle, which in return, the girl bear hugged her snout only to release shortly after with a bright smile. No tears shall be shed a long as I'm around, little one. The girl stroked her forehead all the way down to her muzzle, then stroked her banes. Septimus was surprised at how gentle the girl actually was. But then again, the Kelvic was a giant compared to the small child. With a bright smile and a cute giggle, the little girl scrambled inside a building, with Septimus watching. To keep the flow of the crowd from halting because of her, she picked up her pace. Each step she took was as majestic as the last with the slight breezes rippling through her mane. Septimus' tail slightly waved behind her with little effort, almost like a banner. Once she saw that individuals were moving out of the way to let her pass, she slowed down once more. She was in no hurry. Why let the rest of the crowd push her? Septimus walked over to the side to catch a break from the cluster of people who were clearing out. Most were scurrying home from their jobs or back from the stores. Some were probably even out, wandering about like herself. Smiling at the thought, she lowered her head to examine her hooves. As in good condition as ever. Looking back at her coat, she decided that was something that she needed to put on her to-do list. She could usually wander around and find a nice individual with a mule or horse to brush her after socializing a bit.

[Eachann Marshall]

His third day in Syliar, and in her eponymous Knighthood was much the same as his first two. Barely any sleep followed by a grueling days training in the hot sun. But at least there was food, as much as there was for anyone anyway. As evening settled in toward night, Eachann was standing on a street corner, chewing on the dessicated corpse of what might once have been a decent apple. But no flavor and scarcely any juice remained to the fruit, and so it was a slow, rueful manner with which the youth ate.

Despite all of his attempts to make it appear otherwise, he was struck by the sights of the city, from the simple appearances of races he had not seen before to the craftsmanship of a fine piece or the simple costumes some people chose to wear. He had managed to eat most of the apple before he spotted the hulking frame of a midnight black horse maneuvering, alone and apparently unaided through the throng. The animals bulk not only differentiated it from the masses, but also provided a bubble through which to move. No one, it seemed, wanted to be stepped on by such an intimidatingly large creature. One small child in particular.

Oddly, not only did the horse stop for the little girl (an oddity in and of itself) but it also apparently soothed the child. The fallen drykas had never seen such behavior from a seemingly unrelated animal. Palming the remains of the apple, Eachann approached the horse as she stood by the wayside, allowing traffic to move around her. Since he was not a fool, he did so from the front, keeping both his hands visible as he made his approach.

"Hey there.." he greeted the animal in tones as soft as he could use and still make himself heard. From here he noted the white blaze on the animals face and stockings. He decided to make a play on the animals vanity. "You're a pretty one aren't you?" He did not point out that the horse was in a desperate need of a currying. "Do you like apples?" He said, offering the remains of the snack he had been eating. "Here ya go..."

[Septimus]

The sudden yet soft voice startled her and made Septimus jerk her head straight up, but she relaxed to see just a fairly young man approach her softly. Caution, Septimus. The tone of his voice was soothing, but she knew not to trust one. But being apart of the Syliran Knights, she had to maintain a friendly appeal. After all, he did offer her an apple and he appeared to be part of the Knights himself. Septimus cautiously sniffed the apple, then discarded it as junk and backed away. Septimus whipped her tail to ward off the flies that tried. Her hide shook as well as a sign she was content. Walking forward, Septimus nudged the apple in his palm then willingly accepted it, eating the entire flavorless thing. Not much of a snack. Her ears flickered then she pinned them down with a snort Wait a second, before you go off on a rampage, see where it goes. He could just be trying to coax you to the stables to see if you have a potential owner. Just see where it goes. Septimus had relented her suspicions before and everything was quite alright. But she had also trusted them and they had turned out to be true Don't be a risk taker on this one. His soft tone provided somewhat comfort to her horse form, but her human form knew the trickery of humans. This one should know better not to be trying to handle a creature like myself. Even if he is trying to gain my trust. Some few eyes were upon them and she could feel it. The moving sounds made her pinned ears shoot back up again and flicker in every direction there was a large sound. She turned her attention back to the young man then snorted with a grin At least you have no magic to see my true form. The small girl returned with a handful of picked grass then warily looked at the man. Septimus lowered her head towards the girl to comfort her which in return, the girl smiled and held up the grass. Dipped her head once more, she willingly ate the grass then nudged the small girl in the direction of which she came. Hesitating, the girl stroked her coat then sighed "Is this your horse, sir? You must be very very happy." Without waiting for a response, she walked back in the direction she came. Despite being hand picked, the grass tasted exceptionally refreshing. Septimus eyed the man with a raised head.

[Eachann Marshall]

Eachann smiled at the small girl, her sentiment and her naivety. "That," He thought as he watched her disappear from the direction she had come. "That is what Sylira is. It's what the Knights DO" He felt an undeserved swell of pride for an instant, before turning his attention back to the towering horse before him.

"I wish I partnered a horse..." He said, his voice catching for an instant before he concluded ".. like you." The pause barely qualified as one, but Eachann was very aware of the lump it left in his throat. He thought morosely of Sirocco.

"Let's get you back to the stables." He said shortly. "You need a currying." Gently he laid a hand on the horses neck. "And maybe we can find your owner too."

[Septimus]

This individual obviously needed quite a few pointers when dealing with horses he didn't know. Whipping her large self around, her large body mass formed a bubble in which she could move freely through the crowd. Trying to remember what place she had put her dress in, her poor equine vision was not helping from about twenty feet away. Septimus examined the streets closely looking for the bright red folded dress in one of the crevices in which she placed it in. She wasn't far from where the man was standing but she believed he was probably already walking off already giving her a motive to hurry. The crowd thinned around her as they hurried out of her way for their fear of getting stepped on. Septimus used this as a plus to her size but she knew she would never trample another Syliran unless they were causing harm. Spotting the fine dress she slowly trotted over to it, whinnying at people so they knew she had picked up the pace in case her hoof rhythm didn't give any hints. Reaching her targeted spot, she morphed instantaneously revealing an exceptionally tall and muscular woman with strange blue eyes. Taking her time, she put the scarlet colored dress on, then her low boots. Septimus used her more than average speed to make up for lost time and to try and catch up, but this time, there was no bubble for her to move freely around. Sure she was taller than most but she assumed no one cared for that matter. Being careful not to shove through the citizens, she darted and whipped through any openings eventually moving faster than the others and making progress. Despite her efforts, she was still moving at a slow progression rate. Spotting the man once more she surged forward "Excuse me, sir. But you must realize the dangers of attempting to pat an unknown horse. Let alone when it's 'owner' is no where to be found. I could have purposely bit you and trampled you, yet you showed no signs of caution! What were you thinking? And yes I need a currying, thank you for noticing." This was one of those moments when she would have loved to say something sarcastic, but in her respectful manner, she would not have dared. Maintaining a serious expression, she fixed her hair where the crowd and darting has messed it up.