Denen smiled as he was introduced, though he didn't much feel worthy of bearing the Brokensong name. Not anymore. He did not let his hand leave the stallion's neck, and he bowed his head in respect to the Ankal. He then immediately turned his attention back to the horse, all the while signing to him. His eyes lingered a moment on the dark eyes of the Strider, and he smiled. When Nallia tapped his shoulder, he turned to face her, and he nodded. “They understand it better than most people. It is their language, too.” His blue eyes turned to the horse. “I was...forced to enact the law with my bonded. He grew old, and I...” He trailed off, and his eyes darkened slightly. “It was a very cold winter.” But within the next moment, his attention was drawn back to the Strider and his heart skipped a beat. A wide smile crossed his features, and he laughed. “Demanding, aren't we?” He teased. “Well, I'm sorry. I was just trying to talk to the lady. It's rude to ignore people.” He didn't want to leave the horses, especially this one. What if this was it? He smiled, a bittersweet, sad smile, as he looked down to the mess on his hand, and then wiped it off on his tunic. “Thank you, friend,” he signed. He watched the stud as Andine led him out, and bit his lower lip. “Look, you got us in trouble.” He smiled. “Just my luck. Meet a nice man and his father doesn't approve.” This was signed so that the horse alone could see, and he grinned and shook his head. His hand lingered on the stallion's powerful neck, but his gaze fell on Sam, and a sort of chill ran through him. Denen was so proud of him. He hoped they could find a way to make things work with the Fleetrunners. Having more horses around would mean they'd be able to fit in better, that people might begin to take Sam seriously as a leader. He looked to the other boy, waiting for the word to stay or go. |