“...Maiken.”
No response.
“Kaia.”
No response.
“Lisbet?”
Leifr's trusty steed snorted, and in response he ran his hand through his hair in deep thought.
“And I thought they were all cute names, too. Not strong, not fierce, not girly... Maybe you want something dignified, like a noblewoman?”
No response.
Leifr nervously chuckled, the back of his mind pestering him that he was talking to a horse. He glanced around his surroundings and breathed a relaxed sigh when no one was paying him any mind. Still, it felt odd being seen as an equal, or at least not as a noble. Walking through the streets on foot or leading the warhorse around busy haulers, people barely passed him a glance and when they did I was usually a brief flash of a smile or a nod of the head before going on with their lives. It definitely felt odd, but the faint grin on his lips proved that it wasn't unpleasant.
Of course, time flies when you are naming a (finicky) horse and observing the populace. Leifr would've walked past the barracks if he didn't the more numerous guards around the area. Tying his warhorse to a nearby post, Leifr turned towards the front door and stood outside it for a moment. His first time in a barracks, he was bracing himself for anything as he didn't know what to expect. As he reached for the door, a guard opened the door from the inside first. The guard scrutinized Leifr from head to toe, and closed his eyes and rubbed his chin as if deep in thought. Leifr stared motionlessly, half frozen from confusion and half frozen from anticipation. The guard's eyes opened calmly, and with an experienced grimace he nodded. Leifr stood their quietly, wondering why the man was nodding. The guard maneuvered around the statuesque Leifr, when his voice suddenly commanded from behind.
“If yer goin' inside, go inside. We don't 'ave time to waste walkin' 'round gawkin' folks like ya.”
Leifr studdered a “yes, sir!” and hurried into the barracks.
It was, in a way, cozy. There weren't many guards, but it was still... cozy. A guard approached Leifr, to which Leifr immediately replied:
“I'm looking for Sir Selvus about the, uh, rumor.”
Leifr couldn't help but shrink back with all the chuckles and snickers coming from the other few guards as they waited for Selvus' reaction.