[As a sometimes-disciple of the Path of Blood, Larkspur is very at home with people suddenly ducking behind him to avoid something large and threatening. It's a way of life undeath, so much so the sounds of someone small and lightly armored circling around to hide behind him triggers certain instincts.
Harrow won't have to shift that much if the horse does, because her new human undead elven shield is more than happy to interpose himself for her. The heavy, bone-pale plate armor he hasn't bothered to doff since his arrival might come in useful for once here.
He lifts his long, ragged ears at her question and sucks a breath over the back of his tongue.]
A horse, [he says, echo-voiced, after a moment's consideration of the beast's scent.] Not a healthy one. Maybe hungry. Not carrying sugar, are you.
[He puts out a hand to intercept a velvety questing nose none-to-gently. Stupid horses. What absolute idiot decided a nervous couch would make a proper riding animal?]
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lifeundeath, so much so the sounds of someone small and lightly armored circling around to hide behind him triggers certain instincts.Harrow won't have to shift that much if the horse does, because her new
humanundead elven shield is more than happy to interpose himself for her. The heavy, bone-pale plate armor he hasn't bothered to doff since his arrival might come in useful for once here.He lifts his long, ragged ears at her question and sucks a breath over the back of his tongue.]
A horse, [he says, echo-voiced, after a moment's consideration of the beast's scent.] Not a healthy one. Maybe hungry. Not carrying sugar, are you.
[He puts out a hand to intercept a velvety questing nose none-to-gently. Stupid horses. What absolute idiot decided a nervous couch would make a proper riding animal?]