[Past] Salt Water and Sandwiches

Joining her up on the saddle Colt mulled over her words. I’d still pay penance o’ some sort. It wouldn’t sit right with me. Still would shove the elf in the river if he used magic on me. No fair.

Her little dance brought a wide grin across one side, chuckling quietly to himself until she finally settled down. Aye, some things were going to rub along the way, but the clearing scenery would soon distract her from it all. Maker’s Mercy, he hoped so at least. He couldn’t deny though, holding her was always best. Well, you a snuggle bug that’s why, he teased playfully. This pace is good, but once it flattens out we can pick it up a bit, means more time at the beach for my wee Lady.

Bessie moved on, her strides sure and Colt had little need to adjust the mare’s course, shifting the reins into one hand while the other wrapped around her middle. Firm, but loose enough for her to move around as she wished without risking a slip or stumble by Bessie to cause her to fall. The woods would start thinning out until the two came to a more well trodden crossroads and established network leading onto the ancient Imperial Highway that spanned the continent.

Now, take a good look about. Cos in about five minutes we’re gonna have Bessie bolt for a good bit. The arm around her waist gave a slight squeeze. No worries about fallin’. I got you, Mina.