07-19-2017, 01:58 PM
Erumollien sighed when Tristan vowed to learn their culture, "Very well, if it shall please you." He rolled up his trousers and dipped his legs inside the cool waters of the pool. He was surprised it still held that peaceful touch to it. As far as he knew, the peace had vanished when his family was killed.
Getting up from his seat, he held a hand out to Tristan and pulled him back to where his brother's trained horse was tied.
"Tarestel." He called for the horse, clicking his tongue before reaching out and scratching the back of her ears, listening to the horse's whinnies.
He remembered he'd broken his leg once and Glandur forced him to sit on Tarestel during his healing period. He attempted to use his personal steed once but Glandur and his mother pulled him by the ear and scolded him for putting his leg at jeopardy.
"Back to the castle, then you go to the stables." He murmured before lifting Tristan up and placing his consort upon the mare before whistling to signal the horse to leave.
Calling for his own steed, he mounted the horse and dug his heels into the horse's side to drive it into a gallop. He closed his eyes and held out his arms as if to mimic flight, his dark hair flying wildly behind him with his cape billowing against the wind that gathered past him as his horse ran.
He did not realise they'd reached the palace until the horse slowed down and the whistling of the wind had died away. He noticed Beriadan waiting for him at the front of the castle gates, his cousin only bowed his head before entering. Erumollien just smiled to himself before guiding his steed into the stable and walking to call for Tarestel to help Tristan off.
"Go directly to your rooms and sleep, I may be awhile. I've so much to oversee." He knew his consort will not stop him, but he could hear Airemana scolding him for working too much and he could feel Glandur's gentle words attempting to convince him to go and sleep. But he knew his consort will not even put his foot down.
It was tiring to see someone so subservient to him when all he wishes to see was someone strong-willed and free-spirited.
Getting up from his seat, he held a hand out to Tristan and pulled him back to where his brother's trained horse was tied.
"Tarestel." He called for the horse, clicking his tongue before reaching out and scratching the back of her ears, listening to the horse's whinnies.
He remembered he'd broken his leg once and Glandur forced him to sit on Tarestel during his healing period. He attempted to use his personal steed once but Glandur and his mother pulled him by the ear and scolded him for putting his leg at jeopardy.
"Back to the castle, then you go to the stables." He murmured before lifting Tristan up and placing his consort upon the mare before whistling to signal the horse to leave.
Calling for his own steed, he mounted the horse and dug his heels into the horse's side to drive it into a gallop. He closed his eyes and held out his arms as if to mimic flight, his dark hair flying wildly behind him with his cape billowing against the wind that gathered past him as his horse ran.
He did not realise they'd reached the palace until the horse slowed down and the whistling of the wind had died away. He noticed Beriadan waiting for him at the front of the castle gates, his cousin only bowed his head before entering. Erumollien just smiled to himself before guiding his steed into the stable and walking to call for Tarestel to help Tristan off.
"Go directly to your rooms and sleep, I may be awhile. I've so much to oversee." He knew his consort will not stop him, but he could hear Airemana scolding him for working too much and he could feel Glandur's gentle words attempting to convince him to go and sleep. But he knew his consort will not even put his foot down.
It was tiring to see someone so subservient to him when all he wishes to see was someone strong-willed and free-spirited.