“Yes, actually,” Lilura answered him matter-of-factly, “Well, I would have liked for it to, but I knew it was a long shot. The more experienced you are, the more you can control a spirit. Once I have a little more practice, commanding it to do something as simple as shut up should be successful. The more contrary the command is to the spirit's will the harder it is to make them obey.” She explained this to him as she put away the pouch and walked over to her horse. She blinked a little though when Durihan spoke favorably of what she'd just done, glancing at him a little unsurely before she shrugged. “It was successful, nothing impressive,” Lilura obviously had high expectations of herself, she had to. She had no one else to hold her to a standard, so she did it herself.
They went back home and to bed, a few days passed and Lilura met her guard out at the stables, pulling on her riding gloves as Durihan appeared. His question made her brows arch a little, “Because I want to go riding,” she told him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I also have something for you,” she added with a bit of a smile, looking up as two stablehands came out, each leading a horse. One was leading Bayard, the other was leading a handsome chestnut stallion, slightly larger and more robust than her own horse, his red coat dotted with scars of varying sizes. She took the reins of both horses, but looked at the chestnut, “This is Hector,” She told the former knight, “My father bought him a few knights ago, thought it would be impressive to ride around on a former war horse, but he couldn't handle him.”
She looked back to Durihan and handed over the reins, “He's yours now. I'd ride him myself but Bayard is the jealous type, aren't you boy?” She looked over at the dark gelding, pulling his head over and kissing him on the nose in an uncharacteristic display of affection. The horse seemed to actually like it though, returning the attention by bumping his forehead against her shoulder.
They went back home and to bed, a few days passed and Lilura met her guard out at the stables, pulling on her riding gloves as Durihan appeared. His question made her brows arch a little, “Because I want to go riding,” she told him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I also have something for you,” she added with a bit of a smile, looking up as two stablehands came out, each leading a horse. One was leading Bayard, the other was leading a handsome chestnut stallion, slightly larger and more robust than her own horse, his red coat dotted with scars of varying sizes. She took the reins of both horses, but looked at the chestnut, “This is Hector,” She told the former knight, “My father bought him a few knights ago, thought it would be impressive to ride around on a former war horse, but he couldn't handle him.”
She looked back to Durihan and handed over the reins, “He's yours now. I'd ride him myself but Bayard is the jealous type, aren't you boy?” She looked over at the dark gelding, pulling his head over and kissing him on the nose in an uncharacteristic display of affection. The horse seemed to actually like it though, returning the attention by bumping his forehead against her shoulder.