[Jasper claims the reins from dangling loose and nervously rubs the leather between his fingertips. He listens to Stephen over his shoulder, observing his mare standing comfortable without changes in posture. Her calm temprament suggests a steed of general use - and the way she was led without incident seals his approval.
He mounts the saddle with the skill of a man familiar with horsemanship. One moment to settle in his new position before leaning forward - introducing himself with a calm manner he rarely shares with other people.
It is an amusing sight, watching the other man struggle into the saddle. His lips twist in a wry smile. Why ruin a perfect moment?]
Excellent. This weather should pose little problem. Not one enough to cut your task short, I dare say.
[A silent pause while he wrinkles his nose. Socialising.]
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He mounts the saddle with the skill of a man familiar with horsemanship. One moment to settle in his new position before leaning forward - introducing himself with a calm manner he rarely shares with other people.
It is an amusing sight, watching the other man struggle into the saddle. His lips twist in a wry smile. Why ruin a perfect moment?]
Excellent. This weather should pose little problem. Not one enough to cut your task short, I dare say.
[A silent pause while he wrinkles his nose. Socialising.]
Now let us head off.
[He does not wait and begins steering his hose.]