[Closed] It was easier playing with tin soldiers

[honoraboveall]

Who: Symon and Keith
When: Beginning of the month
Where: Beyond the wall
What: Tracking down a suit of armor. Too bad it tends to fight back.
Warnings: None for now, fighting eventually.


The quest...well it didn't seem simple, but it was interesting and that was worth something. Lyr had said something airy about being busy, and besides, it really it wasn't his forte. But no matter, Symon had the perfect man in mind. Keith had accepted the offer with alacrity, not surprising Symon in the least and they made plans to meet at the city gates.

Symon waited there now, astride Jasper, scanning the crowd, turning his mount with a fine-tuned control.

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[honoraboveall]

"Not two, but one might do." The beast was lean and strong, tall for a mare, and a rich, ruddy roan, her coat glossy, mane and tail carefully groomed. There was no denying the care and attention that Symon gave to his mount. There's the faintest ripple in Symon's mouth as he says these words, the thread of amusement curling through his voice. But despite his tones, his eyes flick to the wolf that padded up alongside the other man. Jasper's ears pinned down for a moment, but Symon lay a hand on his mare's shoulder and the animal quieted obediently.

"Hovercycle?" He asked, a brow cocked curiously, head tipping. The movement made the scales sweeping up his throat catch the light, glinting like fine jewels set in his pale skin. More and more changes had been coming over him, and his sleeves, which were now rolled past the elbow revealed more scales, and fine, spined fins at his wrists, and curving claws. The claws had been painted a brilliant blue, matching both his eyes and scales. His question had almost an eager sort of lilt; he had always been intrigued by the various technologies, the other man had told him about after sparring sessions.

[galrad]

With a flick of his fingers to keep Kosmo back, Keith stepped forward to offer his hand out to the horse in question. "Hey girl," he crooned softly, before guiding his hand along her muzzle, smile soft and warm as he rubbed the soft fur of her cheek, "Should've brought you a sugar cube huh?"

His attention returned to Symon though, and he let out a low chuckle at the question.

"Yeah, a personal vehicle- kind of like a motorcycle, but way faster, floating, and way cooler." He had his doubts that Symon would even know what a motorcycle was, but that could be remedied, too. "A hovercycle doesn't fly, it just uses thrust to stay above the ground, adjusting the wings' angle drives you forward. Shiro and I used to race them through the desert... I'd like to build one here, if I can find the parts," he admitted with a smile.

[honoraboveall]

Jasper pushed her nose against his seeking hand, curious about this stranger. Symon stroked her neck in reward for her good behavior as he looked down at Keith. His eyebrows raised at this description.

"Vehicle....does it go faster than a horse?" A machine wouldn't have to be trained he supposed, and would listen to any command given, he couldn't deny the practicality of that. But it seemed so impersonal, how could one bond with a machine after all? Though Keith seemed close enough, in way, to the thing.

"If you build one, would you teach me how to ride it?" He asked, a smile playing on his face.