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Post by neav on Aug 3, 2010 3:48:40 GMT -5
Can I play too? It looks fun! 
So G is for Greatness.... Arthur is born to be great! 
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Post by neav on Aug 3, 2010 1:51:21 GMT -5
Neav stared at this strange, strange girl.
She asked me to brush her and I did. She failed to mention her name... we were having a nice chat.
That was what she had said. As he thought over this, he automaticly answered her question.
"No, I don't. I suppose no one thought I would need one."
But all the while he was thinking, what does she mean by talking with my Chance?
"Oh... there is no law." Again it was an automatic answer, and he looked up at the mare as he spoke. "It was just... that you could have been anyone, really. You could have hurt her."
He put his feeling through Chance again, just to make sure again that she was fine. And he was surprised to find that she was only half attending to him. Her thoughts seemed to be focused, streaming off somewhere. It was like stand in the path of an invisible fan.
Neav frowned. Something was strange. No horse had ever felt like Chance did now.
What he was actually feeling was his mare 'talking' at the stranger.
"You must not be mean to him," Chance said, sounding more like a protective mother than anything else. "He is one of us. He is in our minds, though he does not talk like you do."
Neav could not hear her, but he knew something was different. He did not like it.
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Post by neav on Aug 3, 2010 1:08:06 GMT -5
Being called 'stable-boy' had an oddly soothing effect on Neav. It made him feel like he was not really a person, like his only reason for existing was to be the boy of the stables. He liked that. But Sir Lancelot du Lac's claim that he had not always been a noble made Neav simply stare in shock. How in the world was that possible? People were born nobles! They didn't just become them! Neav could hardly believe it. It just did not make sense.
But he could not quite bring himself to contradict. He pushed the strange fact to the back of his mind to puzzle over later, and answered the next question.
"For as long as is important," Neav answered. What he meant was that he could not really remember the time before Camelot, and that it was not important to him anyway. Horses were his life, and there he had horses. He did not trouble himself much over his uncertain past.
When Sir Lancelot said he had acquired Sher-Fore as a high-spirited unbroken horse, Neav smiled. He liked that. Liked that the knight wanted a companion, not a slave.
"of course the best thing about that is that when you fall he will not run away!" and his tone was almost friendly.
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Post by neav on Aug 3, 2010 0:44:36 GMT -5
She was laughing at him. He had taken her by surprise, made her drop the brush, but now she was laughing at him. Neav blinked. This strange lady acted as though she had every right to be in the stables, grooming his horse. But she was not a lady of the Castle, she had stabled no horse of her own here, and if she were looking for work she would have asked. Besides, only men worked in the stables.
Neav put rested two protective fingers against the mare's forehead, listening in stony silence as the stranger introduced herself. Kazira. No title, no last name. Just needed a place to get away from people. That sounded surprising like himself, but Neav ignored the feeling. He was glad when she left the stall, though she did chide him about his manners. Neav thought that was rather unfair. She had been just as rude by wandering into his stables and grooming his horse!
But Kazira had not hurt Fair Chance, and so there was no real reason for Neav's anger. He had not really been angry; more like indignant. But because she had not hurt his horses, Neav backed down. Even if this Kazira was a nobody, she was older than him and so he ought to do as she said.
"My name is Neav," he said, though the way she seemed to laugh at him made him quite uncomfortable. "I'm sorry if I was rude..." He had a brief struggle with himself not to complain about her own behaviour, and lost. "But you should not have just walked in and groomed my Fair Chance without asking."
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Post by neav on Aug 2, 2010 18:47:04 GMT -5
Neav watched, waited as the Prince dismounted and looped Sheer Folly to a tree. It was not needed; she would stay with Gilly because it was what Neav wanted her to do. For all her name, Neav found Folly to be one of the most trusting-natured horses he knew.
When Arthur asked about a rope, Neav glanced at him with amusment, before remembering that it was probably not a good thing to think that the Prince was funny. So he answered properly.
"No. They have their halters and halter-rope." Whoever had set the horses free had obviously just pulled the slip-knot.
Neav watched as the Prince approched slowly, and the three stallions at once clustered together, snorting and backing. He bit his lip, seeing the problem at once. Horses were pray animals and the Prince moved like a hunter, like a preditor. Neav did not think he did it on purpose; but the Prince was a killer and the horses sensed it.
He was scaring them, making them feel trapped and hunted and if he was not careful they would break and run again....
Neav knew he should not order anyone so powerful, but the horses were afraid and he could not help it.
"Stop," he said, softly anxious. "You act like you hunt them! Don't be a preditor..." The boy moved forward himself, passive, looking at the animals only from the corner of his eye. They felt the difference at once. They knew him. Knew him for no hunter, more like he was a horse himself... Three pairs of ears twitched forward. Noble snorted, stamped, and was the first to come to him. Comet and Rising Sun followed soon after and then Neav was in among them, running soothing hand over their backs, checking their legs for injuries and whispering to them all the while. They turned their heads to nibble his hair, greeting him as though he were one of their own.
Neav then quickly tied their halter-ropes to each other's halter and so formed them into a string. Then he turned, almost guiltily, to see what Prince Arthur thought.
((I am sorry to take control a while... but from what I know of Prince Arthur I am sure he would try and stalk a horse! If you don't like my post, I can change it.))
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Post by neav on Aug 2, 2010 18:26:20 GMT -5
((You said Neav was a stable boy in Lancelot!!!  Oh, I know I should not laugh at mistakes and I am sorry, but it did read out so funny!))
He does talk an aweful lot, Neav could not help thinking. But he was struck by the offer to be acompanied home. It seemed unusually kind. Neav decided that this was an unusual knight all-round.
"Thank you, sir," he said and could not keep the suprise from his face. He quickly checked Gillyflower's saddle incase something had twisted when she had thrown that groom, but nothing had, so he swung himself easily up. He was not as glad of the company of the knight as he was of his stallion.
"Yes, home is Camelot," he agreed and stopped Gillyflower from nibbling at Sher-Fore's coat before she had even moved.
"You, behave yourself," her told her firmly, giving her the strong feeling that she was his and not to go mooning after any stallion. It was the only reason she would understand, he knew.
He was again suprised when Lancelot du Lac said he would not torment any creature, and that he would never cause an animal pain. It was very curious. Neav wondered how Sher-Fore had been broken in. He knew how most people did it. He had first seen the process when he was six years old and had been so angry... Neav shook the memory from his mind. Now he taught all the new foals and horses himself, so he should not worry. That memory would only upset Gillyflower, he knew.
But he was curious to know, if these were Lancelot's views, if he had 'broken' Sher-Fore himself.
"Did you... did you break him in yourself?" He asked, daringly. "Or did you buy him?"
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Post by neav on Aug 2, 2010 18:07:43 GMT -5
As soon as the stranger had entered the stables, Neav had known it.
He had been sitting in the tack room, cleaning the bridles and checking over the tack that had been used that day, when felt it. The chestnut mare - 'Fair Chance' to give her full name - was greeting a stranger and the most others were half interested, half jealous. Neav did not pause to think how he knew all this; he never did. He just placed down the bridle and cleaning cloth and raced into the stables.
Though Neav was only the stable-boy, he could not help thinking that these were all his horses. He felt protector of them all and hated it when any stranger contrived to enter his domain.
And such a stranger! It was obviously a woman, but she was wearing the clothes of a man. Neav was rather struck by this. He had never been told that women were not allowed to wear breeches and such; it was not the sort of thing that just came up in conversation. But he had never seen it happen and so the boy had assumed, somewhere in his mind, that there was a law against it.
He did not like the weapons she had bought with her either, though they did lean harmlessly against the wall.
But she was grooming Chance, and as far as Neav was conserned, she had no right to. That was why the stable boy, normally so shy, cried out:
"What are you doing here?" his icy eyes flashing. "Why are you grooming Chance? Who are you?"
He did not think how it would look, this skinny boy with ragged clothes and ragged hair confronting a lady who dressed like a man. He only cared for Chance. That mare turned to look at him with a hint of reproch. She had been enjoying the grooming. She thought Neav was being over-protective, and silly as Gillyflower.
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Post by neav on Aug 2, 2010 0:38:08 GMT -5
((Tag! I please tag this thread, but I have no time to post tonight. I hope it is ok?))
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Post by neav on Aug 2, 2010 0:32:56 GMT -5
Hi, Yes, I would like that. Is there anything you want to do, specially? Neav (obviously) spends most of his time in the stables, but I can make for him excuses to be other places in Camelot... Unless Kazira would be in the stables? |
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Post by neav on Aug 1, 2010 21:22:21 GMT -5
Neav ran through the market-place, a copper coin held tight in his hand. He was in a joyful mood, and skipped past the people as though he were a horse instead of a boy.
There had been a mule, standing stubborn and immovable and blocking the way, Neav had convinced it to walk on. This party trick was becoming a common sight to the stall-holders of Camelot; but they did always seem to enjoy watching it. This time the owner of the stubborn animal had given him a coin for his skill. Neav grinned. He was heading to the end of the market where he knew he could get cheep carrots. It was a sweet treat for the horses, and one he bought for them whenever he could.
Neav passed a horse, a shaggy-maned working animal. He turned his head to watch it without slowing his pace. Some mistake. The next second he had slammed into someone very big and very solid. Neav staggered, almost fell but saved himself.
"Sorry, sir!" he gasped out, feeling rather winded. Then he stepped as if to continue his run. He had not much time.
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Post by neav on Aug 1, 2010 20:55:39 GMT -5
Neav had not been looking for sympathy when he spoke. No one had ever given him any before, so he did not consider himself one who might need it. Besides, so long as Neav could spend all his days in the company of horses, he was happy.
"When you say they, you mean who exactly?"
"Master William, mostly." Neav said, naming the head groom. "And Jackson and Gad..." he trailed off. The Prince could not want a list of all the men who worked in the stables, surely.
They rode in silence a while longer, the horse's hooves thudding softly on the path. Neav ducked under an over-hanging branch, feeling out for the stallions that grew closer all the while. Not long now....
"That must not have been easy, but it has given you a unique set of knowledge that is proving to be rather beneficial."
Neav looked at the Prince in surprise. Not easy? He considered this. He supposed that working in the stables could not be called easy... but surely life was never easy, not even for a Prince! Not knowing how to put this thoughts into words, so he murmured something that could have been anything.
He was quite glad when Prince Arthur when back to speaking of the horses, questioning again if Neav was sure they would come.
"Quietly enough," the boy answered. And then, "They through here!" As if on cue, Gillyflower gave a loud whinny, and there came double reply from both Rising Sun and Noble. Neav let his mare surge of the path and they pushed through trees a while before emerging in a clearing.
There the three runaways stood, Rising Sun and Noble prancing and nipping at each other, with the quieter Comet watching them.
Neav slid from Gillyflower's back and held his palm flat in front of her face.
"Don't you go fawning," he warned her, though it was the feeling of 'stop!' that his hand gave and not the words which she would obay.
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Post by neav on Aug 1, 2010 20:30:56 GMT -5
Neav may have been able to keep Gillyflower from making herself look silly, but he did not seem to manage the same for himself. Cheeks burning, he listened to all the assurances of Lancelot du Lac and made a huge effort to behave as a normal boy.
Neav looked up, saw that the knight smiled and decided to believe him. This man had saved his life, he was not angry, and Sher-Fore obviously trusted him well.
He let his arms slide from Gilly's neck, and the mare began to nibble his head. Neav gently pushed her nose away, managing a smile that lasted more than a moment.
"I suppose," he said, in answer to Lancelot's last question. "I had better take Gilly back home...." But as he said it he glanced at Sher-Fore, and the longing look in his ice-blue eyes told a different story.
And then, jumping back several points in the conversation to a question he had left unanswered, Neav said,
"You don't use sharp spurrs. It is good. Too many knights scar their horses that way."
Another anxious look crossed his face. Had that been rude? He had just criticized knights.
It was always so hard to tell what might make a person angry.
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Post by neav on Jul 31, 2010 20:36:40 GMT -5
"So exactly what direction is she telling you to go in?"
That was command enough for Neav. He let out the breath he did not know he had been holding, relieved. The Prince had believed him, and now they could continue! Neav gave his happiest smile and nudged Gillyflower into a canter. The young mare responded gladly. Both she and the boy wanted to go in the same direction, and so she was happy.
Neav felt the joy rush through him. Gilly's canter was smooth and quick and Neav rode as though he was part of the horse himself. He had almost forgotten their mission, and that he was riding with a Prince when another question was asked. They were close to the trees now, and Neav slowed the canter to a lope as he replied.
"Because I have been all my life with horses," he said. At least this one was an easy question to answer. "They found me when I was maybe four years old and they say I could ride already. Then I have been stable boy since I was six." Neav did a swift calculation. "That gives me nine years learning of nothing but horses. If you had nine years of that you would know them, too. Anyone would."
Somewhere inside, Neav was surprised at how easy he was finding it to talk with this Prince. Normally he was shy of his words and confused himself easily. But perhaps it was because Prince Arthur was only asking him questions to do with horses, and Neav was only attending with half his mind. The real part of him was concentrating on following the stallions.
They had reached the trees now, and Neav slowed to a walk. He barely paused before choosing the path which they should turn down. The ground there was heavy with hoof-prints, and Neav gave them a glance.
"They stopped running," he commented. "They shouldn't be far now." Neav ran a thoughtful hand down Gilly's neck. When they got closer, he would ask her to give a whinnying call. He would ask the same of Sheer Folly. Then he would dismount and calm the three as they came, before they could make idiots of themselves over the mares. He could string them together with the halter-ropes they would be trailing, and then ride one of them home again.
Such was the boy's plan.
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Post by neav on Jul 31, 2010 20:12:33 GMT -5
With his arms still tight around Gillyflower's neck, Neav gave a fleeting smile as the Knight introduced himself and then his horse. Sher-Fore. Neav's mind flew at once to a mare in Camelot's stables with a similar name; Sheer Folly. She was pure Arabian, and though no longer young and silly like Gillyflower, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Neav's ice-blue eyes flicked over Sher-Fore, recognising the distinctive Arabian head and fine, arched neck. Neav sensed his mix of pride and sweet temper, and was very glad that there was no hint of scarring at his sides. Too many Knights dug and cut their horses with spurrs.
Neav remembered horses, but his memory for people was slow. That was why he did not know or recognize the name of the knight who had been said to save them from the griffin, though everyone in Camelot knew that story. As for having nothing to apologise for... that did not make sense. Neav had wasted a noble knight's time by having to be rescued.
But he did not argue the point. Instead he obediently answered the question.
"My name is Neav," Neav said, still watching Sher-Fore. He wished he could get to know that proud stallion, but he did not dare to ask. At least with his arms around Gilly he could stop the silly mare from fawning over the stallion in a most embarrassing manner. She wanted too... but Neav softened the wanting and kept her calm.
"I am the stable-boy at Camelot, sir" he added, because that was more important than his name. And then, in a sudden rush, "It wasn't me who lost Gilly," he said earnestly, at last meeting the knight's eyes. He suddenly couldn't bare the thought that his rescurer might think him so careless. "She tossed her rider and he came back without her, so they send me to fetch...." Neav stopped as suddenly as he began, cheeks burning. Why was he saying this? Sir Lancelot Du whatever-it-was could not possible care!
Neav just did not know what to do. What a dreadful situation he had got himself into.
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Post by neav on Jul 30, 2010 23:50:06 GMT -5
I would like to role play with almost anybody!
I am in some lovely ones, but I have Itchy Fingers because I want to play more!
Maybe I am addicted, but never mind that....
If anyone is up for a thread with this sweet, shy stable-boy...
He is nervous of people but he loves horses.
His talents are mysterious... But he thinks that he is quiet ordinary.
If you are interested, please reply here or else you can message me. [/colour][/center] |
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Post by neav on Jul 30, 2010 17:04:58 GMT -5
Neav heard the whisst of a flying arrow and the dying scream of the boar without realising what was happening. He was so sure that had was about to die that it took him several seconds to understand that he was not. Then he scrabbled, away from the boar, stared with wide eyes at it twitching with an arrow through it chest. Neav stood, trembling, with mud on his clothes and his hair in his eyes. Where had that arrow come from?
Neav heard the approach of horses behind him, and almost knew that one of them was his missing Gillyflower. He turned - and there she was, in close company with a young stallion and looking very pleased with herself.
"Gilly!" Neav cried, reached up to hold her head in his hands. He placed two fingers lightly on the centre of her forehead. She stayed quiet still as something unseen passed between them. Then Neav stepped back and the moment was gone. Only then did he realise that the man had spoken to him.
Neav looked up at his rescuer and his heart filled with dismay. He was a knight. That meant that he was a noble and Neav, who had such a problem talking with ordinary people, found it twice as hard talking to someone important. Even if he sounded kind, Neav was slow to pick up on such signals from people.
But he knew he must reply, and so he fixed his eyes on the stallion as he spoke, because it was easier.
"Yes... I'm sorry." he said, because apologising was always a safe thing to do. "You... you saved me. And you found Gillyflower." He let his eyes dart up quickly to meet the knight's. "Thank you, sir." And Neav put an arm around Gillyflower's neck, looking for all the world like a child holding onto his mother for comfort.
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Post by neav on Jul 29, 2010 17:44:18 GMT -5
Neav felt his cheeks grow hot. He was not used to having his knowledge questioned, and it made him anxious. How could he possibly explain without sounding mad? The people of the stables seemed to now just take it for granted that Neav knew about horses, and that asking him questions would just confuse him, make him do the job slower.
Though saying that, none of them had actually seen Neav find a missing horse. They normally just sent him to find the runaway on his own, knowing that he would come back with it sooner or later, and found no need to ask questions.
Now Neav glanced at the Prince, caught the suspicion in his eye and was not comforted. Something told Neav that if he tried to explain how he 'sensed' the feelings left behind by the horses, he would do it very badly. Maybe he would even be accused of trying to fool the Prince. He shuddered. He would not take that risk.
Thinking all this in an instant, Neav cast out his mind for a way he would know such information if he couldn't sense the trail. Gillyflower skittered under him, tossing her head, wanting to make for the forest. She knew where those stallions were, well enough!
Of course! Neav almost grinned at his idea. Of course the clues were all there, really, in the behaviour of Gillyflower and Sheer Folly. And so this is what he explained.
"Horses can smell things that we never could, Sire. See how my Gillyflower dances, tossing her head? I don't try to stop her; I feel where she wants to go. Gilly smells the stallions have been this way and because she's young and silly she wants to go after them. Towards the forest.
Now look to Sheer Folly," Neav continued, nodding to the quiet white mare. "She is older, wiser. Stallions don't excite her, but she would know if they had run in fear. Fear stinks on a horse, and the other horses catch it quicker than blinking."
Neav finished, looked to the Prince again, almost anxious. Would he see that it was true? Would he take this truth to be the whole truth, or would he guess that there was something Neav was not telling him? The boy longed to let Gillyflower race for the trees, continue the hunt for the stallions at once, but he knew he would never dare. He waited for the word of Prince Arthur that they may continue.
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Post by neav on Jul 28, 2010 19:42:26 GMT -5
Neav had been right. Prince Arthur wanted him to find his three runaways. Well, that was fine with him! Neav was not worried about the safety of the stallions. They had only been wearing halters when they ran, and so there was no worry of them putting a leg through trailing reins. He would not mind spending the day riding in search of the three, even if he believed it would take that long.
Only when Prince Arthur motioned for both Gillyflower and Sheer Folly to be saddled, did he realize that the Prince meant for them to ride together. The blood ran from Neav's face and he left Sheer Folly to be saddled by the guards for the Prince to ride, and ran to see to Gilly himself. Neav knew, of course, that the Prince was a great horseman, but Gillyflower was young and nervy and easily spooked and he would rather ride that mare himself. In a moment both horses were ready, and the Prince swung himself into Folly's saddle. Neav thought he looked good on the white, leggy mare and was suddenly very interested to see just how well the Prince did deal with a horse. Then he mounted Gillyflower (a light bay with white socks and blaze) and nodded in reply to Prince Arthur's last remark. He nudged Gilly with his heels and his mind, leading at a steady trot through the city.
The joy of freedom still lingered on the air. Neav had found long ago that horses left feelings behind them, much as a person wearing heavy perfume would leave the scent behind them after they had left a room. This particular one was even stronger because there had been three, and they had stayed together, at least through the city.
Soon they were out the city gates and Neav brought Gilly to a halt, feeling her skittish, restless excitement. She could be as silly over a stallion as they could be over a mare, and she sensed that they were following the them. Neav turned his head as though testing the breeze on his ears. They had run into the forest.
He looked at the Prince.
"They went in the forest, Sire," he said. "It is lucky for us that they stayed together. And as soon as we are close enough for them to smell the mares, they will come easily enough. They are not spooked, you know. Just running for the freedom." And so Neav ended what was possibly the longest speech he had said to anyone in a very long time.
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Post by neav on Jul 28, 2010 17:35:10 GMT -5
Neav ran along one the forest paths, feeling as though he spent his life chasing after horses that other people had lost. And this time he had not even been given a mount and so the runaway faster! If Neav had not been so worried that the loose mare - Gillyflower by name - would put a leg through her trailing rains, he would have been very angry.
He could not believe how stupid some people could be! When that groom had returned to the stables alone, claiming that Gillyflower had thrown him and bolted into the forest, Neav had been almost ready to kill the man. But luckily, finding the horse before she could hurt herself was more important to him than murder and now Neav ran alone, spurred on by the worry that he might find the mare with a broken leg.
Luckily her trail was easy to follow. It had rained the night before, leaving the forest path with a fresh coating of mud and Gillyflower's prints were clear. Even if they had not been, Neav would not have had much trouble with the case.
He found that horses left feelings behind them that he could sense, in the same way that a heavy perfume lingers in a room even after the person wearing it has left. This scent that Gillyflower had left was fading, but Neav could still follow it. Neav began to feel a little less worried. Gilly and stopped running at this turn in the path. That was good. She had grown bored with her escape, he felt. Probably he would find he had followed the trail in a circle and that it lead right back to the stables.
Suddenly he froze. There, on the path in front of him, stood a very large and very angry-looking boar. Neav stared in horror. He could never outrun such a thing and the only weapon he had was his belt-knife. That was in his hand in a moment, but Neav was no warrior and he might as well have had a toothpick for all the good it would do. He stood frozen to the spot as the animal began to charge. Its tusks seemed to gleam with wickedness. Neav stumbled backwards, fell and covered his face. The thing was almost upon him! Neav screamed and felt as though half the horses in Camelot screamed with him. He did not want to be killed in the forest, alone.
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Post by neav on Jul 28, 2010 17:04:56 GMT -5
Neav swallowed and gave a slow nod. It was true, and he knew it. He could quiet and bolting horse when none of the stable-men dared to go near; they had all seen him do it more than once. Neav supposed now that someone had told Prince Arthur of it. But the boy was not about to boast. He did not like people, and the Prince was even more of a person than anyone else. Neav was nervous, and it was obvious. He dropped his eyes and ran his hand down Folly's neck, more to calm himself than anything else.
Neav did understand people, but he was not entirely stupid. The only reason a Prince would come looking for him was because he wanted something. And the thing that was most likely to be on his mind was his three precious stallions, all running loose somewhere. Neav felt like the Prince might take a while to ask the question, and the boy would much rather be chasing the running ones than standing here waiting to be asked. He did not for a minute suspect that the Prince might just want help in finding them - he supposed that he would be sent off to do it alone. And so he lifted his ice-blue eyes to meet the Prince's and said,
"Comet, Nobel and Rising Sun... do you want me to find them? It would not be hard." Neav gave a sudden grin. It was a sweet smile, but had the down-side of showing a missing tooth and making the boy look hardly more than eight. "If I took a mare, they would come easy," his mind had already gone to the runway horses and so Neav forgot to be nervous, for a moment. "Folly is ready to be taken, and also Gillyflower..." Then he remembered and his cheeks grew hot. "Sire." Neav finished and hoped he had not offended the man. It was sometimes very hard to know what would offend people.
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