As the King swung his leg over the saddle to land lightly beside her, his charger impatiently rubbed his head up and down her front, leaving a sweaty trail of gray and white hairs; the stallion’s simple bridle, no more than a strap across his nose and slender rein that would snap at the slightest stress, slipped completely off.
Alarmingly, the King did not more than grumble at his horse’s liberty and chided with good humour, “Alcander, couldn’t you wait - this is no way to introduce ourselves!”
“But I would meet our hosts without the indignity of a bridle,” the stallion said, and with a bow of his head, added, “and a Shield-maiden of Rohan fears horse hair no more than she fears blood.”
Eeeee this is PERFECT...the Horse ditches the bridle ASAP and slobbers hair all down her front, because of course that's the proper way to greet a Shield-maiden. Adorbs.
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Alarmingly, the King did not more than grumble at his horse’s liberty and chided with good humour, “Alcander, couldn’t you wait - this is no way to introduce ourselves!”
“But I would meet our hosts without the indignity of a bridle,” the stallion said, and with a bow of his head, added, “and a Shield-maiden of Rohan fears horse hair no more than she fears blood.”
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