Post by Athena on May 15, 2004 12:05:19 GMT -5
Isotta blushed slightly, she was distinctly aware of Tancred's eyes upon her, and of the small distance that laid between each of their thighs and bodies. With sudden clarity, she noticed distantly that her hands were losing their white lilyness and becoming hard and callused.
A loud oof disturbed her reverie, and she looked up to see Tancred drive his horse right into a tree. At the last moment the horse had swerved while Tancred (who had continued to stare at Isotta) did not notice this. The horse went one direction, the knight another, and Tancred had landed in the undignified position of being on the ground.
"Watch out" he yelped, as Isotta's horse narrowly missed ploughing into him. Isotta bit her lip, her face blanched, and she sawed on the reins to drag her horse away from Tancred's form. She narrowly missed him and halting her horse, she waiting for Tancred to clamber back onto his.
The line was held up as the others waited, most smirked or hid a laugh, while Numair laughed outright. Tancred, crimson with humiliation, felt the sting of scorn.
Must be decisive, abrupt. No more teetering around Isotta thought to herself. She had changed when she left Minas Tirith, she was not the same woman.
After the line detangled itself and started off once more, Isotta drew her horse up to where Tancred's was comfortably trotting. "I have something to tell you" abrupt, concisive
Tancred, still feeling slightly humiliated, nodded shortly, "No, not here" anwsered Isotta, "Somewhere else, when we make camp, where there is more, privacy" Take charge, not a princess anymore
With that she clucked to her horse and went faster until she was up at the beginning of the line, close to Numair, slightly too close decided Tancred.
A loud oof disturbed her reverie, and she looked up to see Tancred drive his horse right into a tree. At the last moment the horse had swerved while Tancred (who had continued to stare at Isotta) did not notice this. The horse went one direction, the knight another, and Tancred had landed in the undignified position of being on the ground.
"Watch out" he yelped, as Isotta's horse narrowly missed ploughing into him. Isotta bit her lip, her face blanched, and she sawed on the reins to drag her horse away from Tancred's form. She narrowly missed him and halting her horse, she waiting for Tancred to clamber back onto his.
The line was held up as the others waited, most smirked or hid a laugh, while Numair laughed outright. Tancred, crimson with humiliation, felt the sting of scorn.
Must be decisive, abrupt. No more teetering around Isotta thought to herself. She had changed when she left Minas Tirith, she was not the same woman.
After the line detangled itself and started off once more, Isotta drew her horse up to where Tancred's was comfortably trotting. "I have something to tell you" abrupt, concisive
Tancred, still feeling slightly humiliated, nodded shortly, "No, not here" anwsered Isotta, "Somewhere else, when we make camp, where there is more, privacy" Take charge, not a princess anymore
With that she clucked to her horse and went faster until she was up at the beginning of the line, close to Numair, slightly too close decided Tancred.