Rue
Summer, Day 28, 513 AV
It was frightening, almost, how quickly he understood what she wanted. It left her feeling odd, as though she was missing something obvious that he understood so much better than she did. A word. A touch. He responded as though she were Caiyha speaking in the language of beasts.
Rue turned from him at that. It could not be so, of course, that she could speak to him as the goddess does. What, then, was this uncanny understanding they shared?
Wildfire whinnied, and something pulled at her. That same something that had pulled her to him not so long ago when she first saw him. Was that what this was? A result of their bond? Did he see her so clearly as a result of the bond that connected them? It could be so.
Why then did Rue know so little in return, why could Wildfire pull at her and not she at him?
Wildfire called again, pulling Rue from her mind as she felt the stirring of the connection between them.
"Let's keep working, okay?" She patted his neck and in turn he breathed warmly on her face. She laughed and grabbed the rope that was tied to his yvas. Beside it hung her quiver, filled with arrows, and her bow hung across her own back.
'With me' her hands signed to him, and he stood to alertness, ears searching for sound as they swiveled on his head. She drew her bow and took two steps forward, tugging slightly on the rope that connected them. She reached for her quiver and it was too far behind her despite his step forward. She pulled the tie again and he stepped forward again, bringing her arrows into reach, but blocking her line of sight.
"Well that didn't work too well, now did it?" Wildfire snorted, tossing his head. He had, after all, done as she asked. "No, boy, it was my fault." She murmured, patting him on the neck a bit absently as she thought. "How can we keep my arrows in reach and keep my line of sight clear?" She asked herself.
They stood together for a moment, and then wildfire pulled the rope from her hand. She started to protest, but Wildfire stomped his foot at her. Once again she felt the pulling in her chest, but she received no more than that. A pull. So she waited for Wildfire to show her what it was he wanted.
She watched him as he moved around her, circling until he was just behind her, then he butted her with his head, causing her to stumble a few steps. When she turned to chide him, she was faced with her arrows just to her side and in easy reach. She glanced at Wildfire who gave what must have been a horse version of a laugh.
"So it's that way, is it?" She grumbled, her smile giving her away, "You think you're smarter than I am." She took three hurried steps and turned, as though she had spotted something moving in the grass. When she reached for an arrow, her hand met the hard feathers of the set.
She moved again, this time towards Wildfire, and he moved just as quickly so that she had the freedom to move and her arrows in hands reach. She tried a few more times, actually drawing the arrows from the quiver and nocking them before putting them back in the holder. It didn't much matter which way she moved, and she assumed, that when Wildfire could hear the sounds she imagined for their training, they would move even better.
That brought her back to their bond, though, and had her wondering again why it was that he understood so much more than she did.
It was frightening, almost, how quickly he understood what she wanted. It left her feeling odd, as though she was missing something obvious that he understood so much better than she did. A word. A touch. He responded as though she were Caiyha speaking in the language of beasts.
Rue turned from him at that. It could not be so, of course, that she could speak to him as the goddess does. What, then, was this uncanny understanding they shared?
Wildfire whinnied, and something pulled at her. That same something that had pulled her to him not so long ago when she first saw him. Was that what this was? A result of their bond? Did he see her so clearly as a result of the bond that connected them? It could be so.
Why then did Rue know so little in return, why could Wildfire pull at her and not she at him?
Wildfire called again, pulling Rue from her mind as she felt the stirring of the connection between them.
"Let's keep working, okay?" She patted his neck and in turn he breathed warmly on her face. She laughed and grabbed the rope that was tied to his yvas. Beside it hung her quiver, filled with arrows, and her bow hung across her own back.
'With me' her hands signed to him, and he stood to alertness, ears searching for sound as they swiveled on his head. She drew her bow and took two steps forward, tugging slightly on the rope that connected them. She reached for her quiver and it was too far behind her despite his step forward. She pulled the tie again and he stepped forward again, bringing her arrows into reach, but blocking her line of sight.
"Well that didn't work too well, now did it?" Wildfire snorted, tossing his head. He had, after all, done as she asked. "No, boy, it was my fault." She murmured, patting him on the neck a bit absently as she thought. "How can we keep my arrows in reach and keep my line of sight clear?" She asked herself.
They stood together for a moment, and then wildfire pulled the rope from her hand. She started to protest, but Wildfire stomped his foot at her. Once again she felt the pulling in her chest, but she received no more than that. A pull. So she waited for Wildfire to show her what it was he wanted.
She watched him as he moved around her, circling until he was just behind her, then he butted her with his head, causing her to stumble a few steps. When she turned to chide him, she was faced with her arrows just to her side and in easy reach. She glanced at Wildfire who gave what must have been a horse version of a laugh.
"So it's that way, is it?" She grumbled, her smile giving her away, "You think you're smarter than I am." She took three hurried steps and turned, as though she had spotted something moving in the grass. When she reached for an arrow, her hand met the hard feathers of the set.
She moved again, this time towards Wildfire, and he moved just as quickly so that she had the freedom to move and her arrows in hands reach. She tried a few more times, actually drawing the arrows from the quiver and nocking them before putting them back in the holder. It didn't much matter which way she moved, and she assumed, that when Wildfire could hear the sounds she imagined for their training, they would move even better.
That brought her back to their bond, though, and had her wondering again why it was that he understood so much more than she did.
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