"Horses?" Argon echoed, blinking and slipping his tongue out to 'taste' the air, just in case he could get an aroma of sweet Horseflesh. Granted, he wouldn't eat any that were beholden to his new friends, but they made quite the meal. "I shall run. A Horse cannot carry me."
Indeed Argon was most likely right, for he was about Ann-Hasst's height, with no Elven blood to counteract his large size. He was a solidly built warrior of muscle, and weighed every inch of his near 7 feet of height. That, and his armor was full body plating. The only person in the group that could hope to get close to his weight was the Dwarf, if Geradin was similarly armored. Thankfully, he was lightly garbed (for a Dwarf) with chainmail and layers of leather, as a Runepriest ought to be.
"I wish I could run," Geradin muttered, clearly uncomfortable with getting on a Horse himself. It didn't feel nature to the grounded Dwarf. If he must use a mount, why not the mighty Mountain Ram? "I have spoken my peace about the Dragon. I would rather see it slain. Though if there be no other way, I suppose I could stomach the beast's company."
Meanwhile, Beren felt a tad torn. He'd felt wary of Jezebeth and her...unnerving beauty earlier, as well as his pendant glowing whenever she was near. But to see her lament in such a way, he could not help but speak to her, for his conscience wouldn't let him ignore her. The tanned Warrior Monk approached her as she mounted her horse. Though he did raise his hand to show Ann-Hasst he felt it prudent to talk to the Dragon, as did Calanon. Once Beren had gotten to Jezebeth's horse, he gave her a kind smile.
"Forgive my earlier shyness. I'm an Eru'Dai," he said, holding his hand out to shake. She would understand that as a variation of the term 'Warrior Monk,' for those who followed the EverGod and used unarmed combat as a norm. They were also notable for never being gifted divine powers as most Paladins were, as she seemed to be. "Perhaps the EverGod favors you, and sees fit to guide you in a more mysterious way than most of the lesser Gods. It's a great honor, I'd say."
Verya agreed to granting those who wished to have Horses, to ride until they reached the edge of the Elven borders. She explained her Scouts would be all about them, so they needn't fear for many miles. "Or at least, if a Dragon or any such monster were to attack, you'll have aid. These are
our borders, and we
will protect them."
As she spoke, Calanon leaped upon Brogach beside her and grinned, proud of his fellow Elf's steely nature.
Elven acolytes strode out of the woods almost ethereally, guiding white, brown, and black Horses with mere hands on their necks. There was no need for reins, so well trained were the steeds.
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