He felt no anticipation himself over what came next, for of course he had no expectations. This was Court business, and he had not exactly made himself agreeable to the rigidity of the courts. He was too wild, too enamored of nights spent under starlight with dust on his skin and cricketsong in his ears to lust greedily after the politics of Novus, and he could hardly say he'd arrived with the best of impressions in hand. Still, curiosity abounded as the flower maiden's speech progressed.
And a spark of surprise lit the harsh angles of his brow as his name burst forth from her lips.
Raymond straightened. Champion of Battle: an unexpected vote of confidence from the young mare, and perhaps undeserved if only by his attitude alone. But there was no doubt in his mind - or hers, it seemed - that he could do the work, and the girl who once saved Ruth would be better served with him in the traces rather than walking alongside. Raymond could be better served, too, though exactly how might remain to be seen. Frowning pensively, ignoring whatever possibly-expectant stares might be leveled upon his red flesh, he considered only for a moment before breaking out in a soft, grateful smile.
He stepped forward, nodding respectfully to accentuate the automatic tail blade salute that would normally have been the extent of his deferential behavior, and answered with steel in his voice. "I will do my best, my lady."
A vote of confidence given, a vote of confidence reciprocated. Perhaps they could make a good team after all.
Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
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