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Pretty horse...

*starts* Oh.. uh, thanks.

*reaches to adjust a girth buckle* Mind if I...?

*knows horses, very well*

Yours?

No, not at all... *backs up a bit*

She is now.

A chara, you're a pretty lass...yeah? *is murmuring to the mare as he smooths a hand across her withers* Do you like this thing? Hmm? Saddle? Bet you don't like the bit and bridle, uck...huh?

*turns and grins at the blond* Just bought her?

Actually, I beat her old master in a joust. *beams*

*snorts, sounding a bit equine himself* Was she the prize then?

*habitually checks the mare's hooves, one at a time*

Yes..

*pats the horse's flank* She's sound. Treat her well and you'll have a friend for life. Horses have very good memories.

As long as she remembers how to run, I don't forsee any problems.

*presses his face to the mare's long nose and murmurs to her again, not in English*

What makes you think she isn't swift? If you can ride, she can run.

*grins* If you flatter her, she might run faster.

Sounding rather chipper today, hmm, Sir Ulrich?

*turns and grabs him by the shoulders* How can I not be when the Sun beats down upon me; when the prettiest girl in all the land loves me back?

*can't help a bit of an eyeroll* No, really, it's touching. Quite touching. I may vomit.

She does, though, you've won your prize and all willy nilly what else have you. So what now?

Now.. we marry.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Kidding. Kidding. ...You've really gotten that far, so quickly?

What left is there to consider?

Oh, I don't know. I usually like to start with my real name, but you know me.

She says she would love me by any name, and that is good enough for me.

That's all very well and good, but is she going to be Lady Jocelyn Litchtenstein? Or Lady Jocelyn Thatcher?

...I'm not sure.

There's some things you've perhaps not thought entirely through, Will. I'm just saying that they're things you should duly consider, right away.

I think I've considered all that truly matters, though.

...Really? All of it? Okay. I'm just saying, there's... still laws.

Though Sir Ulrich is a bit above them, isn't he?

You bet :D

So what is a man to do now, then? Now that he's got everything he needs? His glory, his riches, the woman of his very dreams!

You're the writer. Would you not know better than I, how this story ends?

I can paint many an ending, absolutely. Good ones, bad ones, fairy tales and happily ever afters. But you have to live it. It's up to you what you wish your ending to be. You could be living with a goat, for all I know.

*she smiles* What a pretty horse you have.

Seems to be a common observance, today. *blinks*

Oh? *blinks too*

I rather like horses, but I don't know much about them... still, yours looks quite nice.

Thanks.

What is its name? May I pet it?

I just call her Lady. And sure, I don't see why not.

Lady. That's a nice name.

*tentatively, she approaches the horse and strokes her mane*

*smiles softly, still tacking her*

Do you ride often?

Only when I compete.

What sort of competition?

Why, the joust, of course!

A joust? My, I don't think I've ever seen one of those... *giggles* I read about them in old books, though.