"I can." He says it offhandedly; it's not that he assumes everyone can ride, of course, but he had the kind of upbringing where that's a standard lesson of boyhood, and by his era's standards that's immediately apparent. "Though I don't know which horses are available for anyone's use. I was out for a walk, that's all."
With a glance at Percy, and a small wry smile: "It's easy to grow restless, here."
Milliways is a nutshell they're bounded in. Every day, he misses Paris.
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"I can." He says it offhandedly; it's not that he assumes everyone can ride, of course, but he had the kind of upbringing where that's a standard lesson of boyhood, and by his era's standards that's immediately apparent. "Though I don't know which horses are available for anyone's use. I was out for a walk, that's all."
With a glance at Percy, and a small wry smile: "It's easy to grow restless, here."
Milliways is a nutshell they're bounded in. Every day, he misses Paris.