Hm. [Richard hums conversationally. He supposes that some things hadn't changed through the years and applied to different realms. Horses, as favored they were by the people, were a sign of both wealth and status. Most peasants could only dream of having one unless they were farmers. But hey, if there's something that Richard has learned in this world it's that people were more sensitive to the talk about class and wealth so he let the topic alone. He really wasn't in mood for an argument. Not when he had whole other plans for tonight.]
Nay. He arrived few months after me. Just like Whitey. [Blackie, Whitey... Yeah, his name game is not the strongest is it?]
[Well—it's not like Altius is in the habit of naming anything, so he doesn't even know if he would have picked something... less obvious? No, surely he would have done better than Blackie and Whitey. Even if it was something like Spot—that one is a classic, at least.]
It makes me even less sure of if this places likes or dislikes us.
[Surely they didn't bring Richard's animals here to judge them. What other reason could it have other than granting the man something beneficial? Another mystery. Perhaps inconsequential in the long run, but it will bother him, nevertheless.]
[Hey. Richard merely calls them as he sees them. Quite literally in this case, though. ]
Who knows. Then again, I have heard of stories of people being rewarded with things that hold much more value than a horse. [People had been able to receive their home buildings and businesses even. Silco had been gifted the bar Last Drop, his joy and pride. Just like Altius had gained back his medical building. But for some reason the fate only kept bringing Richard's animal companies from his home world. Hm. Seems like the world was playing favorites with them.]
But I must wonder what are the purpose of these gifts. Would you have an idea of their true nature.
[Blackie picks up the speed somewhat, walking in a steady yet brisk pace, leading them to the inn. When the horse stops Richard turns his head to look over his shoulder.] Do you need help to get down?
[Sure, he was granted a miniaturized version of his own business, but a certain ghost he knows was granted the ability to become corporeal—a much more powerful boon, in some ways. He doesn't know if there's any real consistency between them, these gifts... something to look into, perhaps. He hums thoughtfully.]
I only have theories. Attempts to make us let our guard down, which I'd consider a failure. Or tools meant to help us with our "rehabilitation," perhaps, granted by something that doesn't understand the concept at all. ... There's always the chance it's just mocking us, of course.
[It's hard to assign any sense to it; he simply doesn't have enough information.
When they come to the inn, Altius is half ready to dismount on his own, but when Richard makes the offer, he pauses and considers for second. With a slight smile and some humor in his one-shouldered shrug, he replies,]
Hm. [Richard returns the hum. Truth to be told, he hadn't given too much thought to it and merely accepted the strange gifts and what not just to be part of this world's deity's whims. Be it god or ai or spirit or whatever. It was much easier for him to approach their situation like that. And just as back in his own world he did not try to decipher the thoughts of the divine. It seemed more or less pointless in his mind. To him it mattered more what he could do with his time and life in here.
Aaand just like that, Richard flings himself off the saddle, his movements just as graceful and practiced as when he had gotten up.]
Mind your footing and balance. Take a hold of the reins and take support from the pommel. It's quite the same as the mounting, just in reverse.
[Well, he couldn't fully disagree with that approach; whatever it is bringing these things in is certainly about as unpredictable as any deity might be.
Altius watches Richard's dismount and listens to his instruction with the focus of an attentive student. Easy enough, he's sure—and after making sure of his grip and his footing, follows suit in getting off of Blackie. Any pause or unsteadiness brought from inexperience is balanced well enough with his strength, and then he's got his feet on the ground.
Brushing any hair off of his hands:] Well, that was an interesting experience. [And he does mean that positively, if his tone is any indication.] Thank you, sir.
[He'll continue to follow to wherever Richard is taking him.]
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Nay. He arrived few months after me. Just like Whitey. [Blackie, Whitey... Yeah, his name game is not the strongest is it?]
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[Well—it's not like Altius is in the habit of naming anything, so he doesn't even know if he would have picked something... less obvious? No, surely he would have done better than Blackie and Whitey. Even if it was something like Spot—that one is a classic, at least.]
It makes me even less sure of if this places likes or dislikes us.
[Surely they didn't bring Richard's animals here to judge them. What other reason could it have other than granting the man something beneficial? Another mystery. Perhaps inconsequential in the long run, but it will bother him, nevertheless.]
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Who knows. Then again, I have heard of stories of people being rewarded with things that hold much more value than a horse. [People had been able to receive their home buildings and businesses even. Silco had been gifted the bar Last Drop, his joy and pride. Just like Altius had gained back his medical building. But for some reason the fate only kept bringing Richard's animal companies from his home world. Hm. Seems like the world was playing favorites with them.]
But I must wonder what are the purpose of these gifts. Would you have an idea of their true nature.
[Blackie picks up the speed somewhat, walking in a steady yet brisk pace, leading them to the inn. When the horse stops Richard turns his head to look over his shoulder.] Do you need help to get down?
this places. great job ryoko
[Sure, he was granted a miniaturized version of his own business, but a certain ghost he knows was granted the ability to become corporeal—a much more powerful boon, in some ways. He doesn't know if there's any real consistency between them, these gifts... something to look into, perhaps. He hums thoughtfully.]
I only have theories. Attempts to make us let our guard down, which I'd consider a failure. Or tools meant to help us with our "rehabilitation," perhaps, granted by something that doesn't understand the concept at all. ... There's always the chance it's just mocking us, of course.
[It's hard to assign any sense to it; he simply doesn't have enough information.
When they come to the inn, Altius is half ready to dismount on his own, but when Richard makes the offer, he pauses and considers for second. With a slight smile and some humor in his one-shouldered shrug, he replies,]
I'd hate to make a fool of myself. Please.
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Aaand just like that, Richard flings himself off the saddle, his movements just as graceful and practiced as when he had gotten up.]
Mind your footing and balance. Take a hold of the reins and take support from the pommel. It's quite the same as the mounting, just in reverse.
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Altius watches Richard's dismount and listens to his instruction with the focus of an attentive student. Easy enough, he's sure—and after making sure of his grip and his footing, follows suit in getting off of Blackie. Any pause or unsteadiness brought from inexperience is balanced well enough with his strength, and then he's got his feet on the ground.
Brushing any hair off of his hands:] Well, that was an interesting experience. [And he does mean that positively, if his tone is any indication.] Thank you, sir.
[He'll continue to follow to wherever Richard is taking him.]