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The squirrel loathed riding on the back of his so-called 'mount' Xarex. No matter how many times he voiced protest, though, he had to do it. As a Knight, it would be expected of him to be able to ride into battle on the back of a mount, whether it was dog or horse. He'd need to know how to fight from the back of it, be able to cross distances if needed. It was, apparently, the one thing that held him back from his eventual knighting quest. If he wasn't so avid, so single-minded in his goal to become a knight, he likely would have rejected the thought entirely and instead focused on other endeavors.. if only. Instead, he tortured both himself and Xarex with days spent at the Menagerie. He was just returning from one - even though Syna's light was only just cresting the tops of the trees to the Bronze Woods, and the day had barely begun. He'd been working in the early bells of the morning, in the hopes of getting at least some work in before he was inevitably dragged away by Ser Iros for more training sessions with the younger squires around the Training Grounds. Possibly another patrol around the outer walls, and another lecture on knightly behavior and knightly code. He was all too tired for it now.
His bags had been idly tossed over Xarex's back, and nearly scraped along the floor as they plodded back towards the gates. Before he could pass through them, he caught an unusual sight indeed - it was the snake-girl, Suresslynn. Now a squirrel riding a mount was one thing, but a snake was something else entirely. He supposed that they did have legs, in one of their forms, but it was still enough to drag the squire to a halt.
"Morning, Suress... where're you heading off to today?" he asked with the clay equivalent of a raised eyebrow - more or less a small ridge materializing above his pupil-less eye, slanting to give him a more curious expression befitting for a human more than a squirrel. He still did that, oddly enough.. but then, normal squirrels made of flesh wouldn't be able to convey any expression on their face. It likely still didn't make it any less comforting for someone that had to look at a squirrel mimicking humans.
He brought Xarex around to the side of Suress' mount slowly, drawing at the reigns and leaning to the side so that he could press one of his knees against the dogs side. Obediently, he turned around until he was facing away from the gate, in the same direction as Suress. Well, a little detour wouldn't matter. It was still pretty early in the morning, and he had time to procrastinate before his patron would be over knocking at his door and demanding he rise and get his petching self up to the Training Grounds before the Akalak slammed the door down with a well-placed knock.