galileo kodarki
He pauses to take her in again, and he squints as he looks at her. Feeling unsure about his potential saviour, he regards her carefully, watching her every move. His... vaguely insulting words seem to slip off her. Untouchable by his coldness, protected by her warmth. How long it had been since anyone had shown him even the remotest kindness.
As she mused to herself, he waited impatiently. Steadily, his leg was going numb, and it concerned him. Break the boulders, she suggested. Galileo wanted to laugh out loud. Perhaps, if it had been the other way round, and she had been in his position, that would have been his first choice. But he weighed over 1800 pounds and was more muscular than most; the mare, on the other hand, was a slender being. "No," he confirmed matter of factly, with a little salt tinging his words. "That will not work."
Galileo, he told himself. This is not how you treat a lady. You were raised better than this. The girl is helping you.
It was as if she had a sudden brainwave, for she grinned at him as she trotted off towards her solution. All he could offer back was a look that said 'what are you doing', and a sigh that was supposed to be under his breath, but happened to be slightly louder than expected.
When she returned, she explained her plan, and he nodded slowly. Yes, perhaps it could work. But he dared not admit it to himself -- he did not want to be in debt to anybody.
As she pushed against the stick, the boulder did, indeed, move. A rush of pain hit him and he let out a audible grunt, but he still followed the advice of his rescuer. Though numb, he pulled his leg out in one smooth move, and staggered backwards as he did so, ending up crashing into the canyon wall. He stayed there, catching his breath and letting the feeling return to his leg -- which it luckily did.
Peering down at his leg, it was clearly bruised internally, and had started to swell. He had expected there to be blood, but there were only minor scratches, no worse than what he had received on the battlefield.
"Well," he mused, a slight twinge of accent coming out as he let his guard down. "It appears I owe you a thank you... and... an apology."
Making eye contact with her, his amber eyes glowed with sincerity.
"It isn't often I need help, but I'm grateful you were here. Now, I won't keep you any longer. I'm sure you have much to do."
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@Willoughby
As she mused to herself, he waited impatiently. Steadily, his leg was going numb, and it concerned him. Break the boulders, she suggested. Galileo wanted to laugh out loud. Perhaps, if it had been the other way round, and she had been in his position, that would have been his first choice. But he weighed over 1800 pounds and was more muscular than most; the mare, on the other hand, was a slender being. "No," he confirmed matter of factly, with a little salt tinging his words. "That will not work."
Galileo, he told himself. This is not how you treat a lady. You were raised better than this. The girl is helping you.
It was as if she had a sudden brainwave, for she grinned at him as she trotted off towards her solution. All he could offer back was a look that said 'what are you doing', and a sigh that was supposed to be under his breath, but happened to be slightly louder than expected.
When she returned, she explained her plan, and he nodded slowly. Yes, perhaps it could work. But he dared not admit it to himself -- he did not want to be in debt to anybody.
As she pushed against the stick, the boulder did, indeed, move. A rush of pain hit him and he let out a audible grunt, but he still followed the advice of his rescuer. Though numb, he pulled his leg out in one smooth move, and staggered backwards as he did so, ending up crashing into the canyon wall. He stayed there, catching his breath and letting the feeling return to his leg -- which it luckily did.
Peering down at his leg, it was clearly bruised internally, and had started to swell. He had expected there to be blood, but there were only minor scratches, no worse than what he had received on the battlefield.
"Well," he mused, a slight twinge of accent coming out as he let his guard down. "It appears I owe you a thank you... and... an apology."
Making eye contact with her, his amber eyes glowed with sincerity.
"It isn't often I need help, but I'm grateful you were here. Now, I won't keep you any longer. I'm sure you have much to do."
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