“Thanks,” Crow grinned when Penelope complimented his choice of the horses. He honestly didn’t know what he was had been looking for when he had gone down the line of stalls, but the black stallion had stuck out to him because of its dark coloration. He had always been drawn to that trait because of how it blended in with the night. It was an important quality to have when trying to stay out of the sight of guard patrols. He was glad that this one looked like a good choice to Penelope too.
He stood back and watched as she prepared the animal to be ridden, throwing a blanket of sorts over its back before strapping on its saddle and putting the reins on its head. It was interesting to see all of the parts and pieces one needed to control the massive beast. He wondered which things did what when it came to directing it or telling it to move faster or slower. He had never paid close enough attention to knights of the cavalry to see how they guided their horses.
When she told him to watch her get on, he nodded and observed her carefully, watching the way she swung her leg over the horse’s back and positioned herself in the saddle. Once she was ready, he moved to climb on after her, but William spoke up from the other side of the stable.
“Why don’t you ride your own steed, thief?” he stared down at Crow from the back of a gray mare with accusatory eyes.
“I’m flattered that you think a peasant like me would be educated enough to ride a horse,” Crow rolled his eyes. “But unfortunately, I wasn’t so blessed.”
William hesitated, his eyes flitting between Crow and Penelope as if he wasn’t fond of the idea of them riding together. The thief guessed he didn’t think it very wholesome for a male criminal to sit so close to a female knight. No matter, he thought slyly. I know how to make him back off. “Would you prefer I ride with you?” Crow suggested with a wink. “I promise I’ll hold on tight.”
The knight blinked, taken aback by the thief’s sordid words. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he tried to recover from his initial surprise and shot him a glare. “Fine. If you can’t ride by yourself, then you’ll have to join Penelope. Just hurry up.”
“Yes, sir,” Crow gave him a lazy salute and took Penelope’s hand. He put his foot in the stirrup as he had seen her do and, in one swift motion, threw his weight up and over the back of the horse until he was sitting behind her. Looking at the ground far below, he let out a short whistle, “This is pretty neat.” He glanced at Penelope and smirked, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Great view, too.”
He stood back and watched as she prepared the animal to be ridden, throwing a blanket of sorts over its back before strapping on its saddle and putting the reins on its head. It was interesting to see all of the parts and pieces one needed to control the massive beast. He wondered which things did what when it came to directing it or telling it to move faster or slower. He had never paid close enough attention to knights of the cavalry to see how they guided their horses.
When she told him to watch her get on, he nodded and observed her carefully, watching the way she swung her leg over the horse’s back and positioned herself in the saddle. Once she was ready, he moved to climb on after her, but William spoke up from the other side of the stable.
“Why don’t you ride your own steed, thief?” he stared down at Crow from the back of a gray mare with accusatory eyes.
“I’m flattered that you think a peasant like me would be educated enough to ride a horse,” Crow rolled his eyes. “But unfortunately, I wasn’t so blessed.”
William hesitated, his eyes flitting between Crow and Penelope as if he wasn’t fond of the idea of them riding together. The thief guessed he didn’t think it very wholesome for a male criminal to sit so close to a female knight. No matter, he thought slyly. I know how to make him back off. “Would you prefer I ride with you?” Crow suggested with a wink. “I promise I’ll hold on tight.”
The knight blinked, taken aback by the thief’s sordid words. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he tried to recover from his initial surprise and shot him a glare. “Fine. If you can’t ride by yourself, then you’ll have to join Penelope. Just hurry up.”
“Yes, sir,” Crow gave him a lazy salute and took Penelope’s hand. He put his foot in the stirrup as he had seen her do and, in one swift motion, threw his weight up and over the back of the horse until he was sitting behind her. Looking at the ground far below, he let out a short whistle, “This is pretty neat.” He glanced at Penelope and smirked, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Great view, too.”