seeingredscott summers β cyclopsDate: 2025-07-14 12:20 am (UTC)
Scott grabs Illyana's hand and lets her pull him up. Once on his feet, he wastes no time in creating some distance between them and the horse, whose tail is flicking in a way that seems mocking to him.
"I'm not afraid," he says, not quite convincingly. He was already stressed out during the ritual, and looks stressed now, in that clenched-jaw, stiff-shouldered way of his. "Have you ridden horses before?"
allhellmagik π€ illyana rasputinDate: 2025-07-14 02:28 am (UTC)
Illyana hums an affirmative response as she pats the snout of her own chestnut-and-white pony, who is mouthing at one of the shoulder buckles on her duster coat.
βI grew up on a farm,β she tells him. She indicates his horse. βThat is a good animal.β
seeingredscott summers β cyclopsDate: 2025-07-14 04:30 am (UTC)
Scott watches her with her horse, noting her easy confidence. She's probably right that the horse can sense his discomfort. Maybe he can also tell that Scott isn't really his masterβbut no, Ambrose's ritual probably accounted for that. This is all just a memory.
"I've only ridden a couple of times. Not enough to develop the skill." He reaches for his horse's snout, trusting in Illyana's judgment. A good animal. Steady too, if he has to get shot at. "Do you miss it?"
The horse flicks his ears, but lets Scott pat his snout.
allhellmagik π€ illyana rasputinDate: 2025-07-14 06:44 am (UTC)
"No, I do not," Illyana says truthfully, putting a hand on her own hat to tip it back and get a better look at Scott. It really is ridiculous β not that his get-up is much better. "I am much more suited to a life of adventure. But we've found something you're ill-prepared for, hm?" (Her tone is teasing, but relatively gentle.)
"I'm ill-prepared for all of this," he grumbles, too serious. Scott did some reading on this time period and the general area, but not nearly enough for the time Ambrose gave them to prepare. Also, this being an alternate reality, maybe nothing he learned is applicable anyway?
The horse pushes his muzzle against Scott's face and knocks his hat off. "Stop," Scott chides, but is clearly fighting not to smile. He glances at Illyana. "Let's hope this adventure doesn't disappoint. According to Emma, our side loses and their side wins."
DAY 1 | Afternoon - Scott & Illyana
"I'm not afraid," he says, not quite convincingly. He was already stressed out during the ritual, and looks stressed now, in that clenched-jaw, stiff-shouldered way of his. "Have you ridden horses before?"
DAY 1 | Afternoon - Scott & Illyana
βI grew up on a farm,β she tells him. She indicates his horse. βThat is a good animal.β
DAY 1 | Afternoon - Scott & Illyana
"I've only ridden a couple of times. Not enough to develop the skill." He reaches for his horse's snout, trusting in Illyana's judgment. A good animal. Steady too, if he has to get shot at. "Do you miss it?"
The horse flicks his ears, but lets Scott pat his snout.
DAY 1 | Afternoon - Scott & Illyana
DAY 1 | Afternoon - Scott & Illyana
The horse pushes his muzzle against Scott's face and knocks his hat off. "Stop," Scott chides, but is clearly fighting not to smile. He glances at Illyana. "Let's hope this adventure doesn't disappoint. According to Emma, our side loses and their side wins."