Alice considered the request. Did she really want Settionne to ride with her? Did she want the human flirt-machine to be shooting his comments from the same horse as her, if not at her?

Not only that, but he was heavier than her. If they shared a mount he would need to go behind her, above the Horses' back legs. The downside to that being she would find it hard to stop errant words or hands, but she supposed the upside being if the horse bolted or reared he would straight off. A small mirth reached her lips.

Urasen made his request, but Alice took pity on Settione, she didn't know how long ago those furs had been washed, and it was hot today and Urasen didn't look like he was going to remove them so...

 She turned her horse to the priest and sighed heavily, [i]You need to stop doing that, me.[/i] she was annoying herself now. [color=royalblue]"Fine, you can ride with me. But if you say a single word or I feel so much as a hand anywhere but my shoulders you're going on Argon's back."[/color] to be fair the horse was probably going to be a lot more uncomfortable for him than the latter option, but he didn't need to know that with his lack of experience. 

She dismounted and gave him a leg up, she didn't want to test his balance and risk injuring the horse. She pushed him back and mounted herself and felt a million inward sighs. She decided she's stick close to Geradin's horse, like all Dwarves he looked out for the honour of his companions as fiercely as his own. He'd also probably need some help. She trotted over and started explaining to him the various relevant words from the elvish language

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