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Cam pretended to regard her shoe with interest. “Hmmm... I hear its owl the rayge with da kidzz...” He grinned at his ridiculous attempt at sounding like he was 'hip'. “But seriously, no' a goood idea to play games with the Fae, any Fae. Gaining their interest is no' advisable. I hae n' choice.”
Those words had barely left his lips when he saw movement behind the tent. A curious woodland animal? Cam dismissed that idea instantly upon catching just a glimpse of the creature. It looked to be a black horse, but the head was very narrow, the legs were very long and it was, quite possibly, the size of an SUV, if the movements of the branches behind where he had sprinkled herbs earlier was any indication. As it became more visible, the eyes of the 'horse' registered. They were wider than side plates and drew back along the side of the head about the length of his forearm. Black and deep, he discovered it would be wise not to look at them for too long.
Instead, he jogged his eyes to take in the rider, for there was someone atop this incredible 'horse'. It was a woman, very tall astride the beast. Her legs must be quite long as the one he could see reached just over the side of her mount's back. She was resplendent in a long, flowing gown of spun silver and moonshine, but not the moon of the human world, so it looked... off in this solstice light. Ethereal. There was no saddle apparent or any reins, but she did hold a very long riding crop. He couldn't tell from where he sat by the fire, but he hoped it wasn't wrapped with human skin.
He lifted his eyes to her face, because it was expected as part of acknowledging her presence. She was pale, with long, black hair, beautiful and terrifying. Her smile made him itch to pick up the sword in self-defense, but he managed to curb the urge. It would only lead to trouble. Her eyes, though, were... kind. As frightening as her appearance and that of her mount, as frightening as her smile was, as if pinned there from a collection of expressions, she was not here to threaten anyone.
That didn't mean they were safe.
Unsure how much Juniper was aware of their new circumstances, though quite certain she was aware, he murmured to her as he rearranged his position into one where he knelt on one knee, head bowed.
“Juniper, listen closely. Kneel as I do, dinna loook at the horse's eyes too much and dinna loook at the Fae unless spoken to. D'ye understand?”
Those words had barely left his lips when he saw movement behind the tent. A curious woodland animal? Cam dismissed that idea instantly upon catching just a glimpse of the creature. It looked to be a black horse, but the head was very narrow, the legs were very long and it was, quite possibly, the size of an SUV, if the movements of the branches behind where he had sprinkled herbs earlier was any indication. As it became more visible, the eyes of the 'horse' registered. They were wider than side plates and drew back along the side of the head about the length of his forearm. Black and deep, he discovered it would be wise not to look at them for too long.
Instead, he jogged his eyes to take in the rider, for there was someone atop this incredible 'horse'. It was a woman, very tall astride the beast. Her legs must be quite long as the one he could see reached just over the side of her mount's back. She was resplendent in a long, flowing gown of spun silver and moonshine, but not the moon of the human world, so it looked... off in this solstice light. Ethereal. There was no saddle apparent or any reins, but she did hold a very long riding crop. He couldn't tell from where he sat by the fire, but he hoped it wasn't wrapped with human skin.
He lifted his eyes to her face, because it was expected as part of acknowledging her presence. She was pale, with long, black hair, beautiful and terrifying. Her smile made him itch to pick up the sword in self-defense, but he managed to curb the urge. It would only lead to trouble. Her eyes, though, were... kind. As frightening as her appearance and that of her mount, as frightening as her smile was, as if pinned there from a collection of expressions, she was not here to threaten anyone.
That didn't mean they were safe.
Unsure how much Juniper was aware of their new circumstances, though quite certain she was aware, he murmured to her as he rearranged his position into one where he knelt on one knee, head bowed.
“Juniper, listen closely. Kneel as I do, dinna loook at the horse's eyes too much and dinna loook at the Fae unless spoken to. D'ye understand?”