Hadyn chuckled in response, nodding slowly as the girl finally relented. While it'd been many summers since she'd actively attempted to teach anyone anything the woman decided it wouldn't be a terribly idea to practice. After all she ought to try, considering she'd have a little one to teach more than just riding. With a warm smile the brunette nudged her friend gently.
"No spiders," she conceded with a grin. "I promise. I've time tomorrow if y'aren't workin'. Can take y'down to Windmount. Acquaint you with the beast of burden. I imagine he'll take a likin' to you."
Her brother's horse was a fickle creature, overly fond to those who doted upon him and significantly less civil to the rest of the population. And he didn't much care for other horses. He'd been Brody's mount for years, left behind when the boy darted off on an adventure that took him to Zeltiva. The horse, ironically named Traveler, was decidedly comfortable in the high walls of Syliras, detesting the mere suggestion of a journey. Hadyn's unpleasant trip to the outpost with one sour squire was almost as disagreeable for her horse. Perhaps more so.
Glancing up at the sun, now shrouded in clouds the woman's smile faltered. She'd relaxed too long in her friend's presence. She had work to do. Eanos had given her the opportunity to continue working until she was ready to give birth - the thought of disappointing him kept her entirely committed to the smithy. Returning her gaze to the lovely Shiress the brunette cocked her head gently, offering her friend a grin.
"I can't thank you enough for this," her finger ran across the pendant's surface, a wistful smile on her lips. "It's truly the most beautiful thing in my possession. An' to repay you I will teach you to ride a horse. But I must be on my way. Thank you for takin' time to sit with me. It's a welcome reprieve."
Standing with much care and patience the woman looked down at her beautiful companion with a proud gaze. Despite the trials Shiress faced earlier that year she was moving on with her life, persevering in a manner that was both impressive and inspiring. For her part Hadyn was simply thankful the girl had made it out alive.
"If tomorrow suits I'll see you at Windmount. Round 'bout the twelfth bell. Y'aren't goin' to weasel out on me, are ya?"
"No spiders," she conceded with a grin. "I promise. I've time tomorrow if y'aren't workin'. Can take y'down to Windmount. Acquaint you with the beast of burden. I imagine he'll take a likin' to you."
Her brother's horse was a fickle creature, overly fond to those who doted upon him and significantly less civil to the rest of the population. And he didn't much care for other horses. He'd been Brody's mount for years, left behind when the boy darted off on an adventure that took him to Zeltiva. The horse, ironically named Traveler, was decidedly comfortable in the high walls of Syliras, detesting the mere suggestion of a journey. Hadyn's unpleasant trip to the outpost with one sour squire was almost as disagreeable for her horse. Perhaps more so.
Glancing up at the sun, now shrouded in clouds the woman's smile faltered. She'd relaxed too long in her friend's presence. She had work to do. Eanos had given her the opportunity to continue working until she was ready to give birth - the thought of disappointing him kept her entirely committed to the smithy. Returning her gaze to the lovely Shiress the brunette cocked her head gently, offering her friend a grin.
"I can't thank you enough for this," her finger ran across the pendant's surface, a wistful smile on her lips. "It's truly the most beautiful thing in my possession. An' to repay you I will teach you to ride a horse. But I must be on my way. Thank you for takin' time to sit with me. It's a welcome reprieve."
Standing with much care and patience the woman looked down at her beautiful companion with a proud gaze. Despite the trials Shiress faced earlier that year she was moving on with her life, persevering in a manner that was both impressive and inspiring. For her part Hadyn was simply thankful the girl had made it out alive.
"If tomorrow suits I'll see you at Windmount. Round 'bout the twelfth bell. Y'aren't goin' to weasel out on me, are ya?"
