Feadhros suddenly stopped laughing when he saw the resentment on Harlon's face. He dropped back beside the fool, gently touching the muzzle of the nervous horse. "Sîdh, roch o Lorien, sîdh! Beriad lîn hîr.." The horse stopped rearing and stomping and began to ride more smoothly. Feadhros looked at Harlon and shook his head, smiling. "Don't pull on the reins when you want your horse to move forward, Harlon," he said. "Try and take a little more caution, though I'm sure you'll be fine soon. After all," Feadhros finished as Ithilion trotted forward again, "we'll be riding these horses the entire journey, if luck is kind to us."
Harlon's eyes became wide at the statement. "The entire journey...?" he squeaked.
[ January 19, 2003: Message edited by: Ithaeliel ]
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