My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
The squire wasted little time in nudging his mount into a slow pad, while Ser Iros remounted on the back of his huge destrier and set off at a significantly faster trot. He calmed when he reached the edge of the clearing, where he could turn around and wait for the Pycon and the Dhani. It was true, he did have other things to be doing - none of them were very important, but at that moment, he'd be happy clearing up manure down at the Windmount Stables if it meant that he could escape some more time with his own patron and the boys friends. The sooner they both parted ways, the better it would be for both of them - that was all that the Akalak was going to say on the matter. It was as much as he'd said since the first days they'd met together, although now he meant it even more than he ever had before.
The squirrel, on the other hand, was the same as always - around Ser Iros, at the very least. Calm and collected. He wasn't going to show his anger, he wasn't going to become something the man could mock. He was going to remain dignified as he stared into his eye, and he wasn't going to show that not only was he a squire that wasn't going to be beaten down by his attitude and by his snide little remarks, but he was a squire to be feared. Fear was apparently the only thing that the man understood - it was the one thing that the squirrel could really hold over the man. He controlled the fear - that he would be beaten by the one thing that he always mocked and always thought himself above. The squirrel had proven that he could become what the man feared and if needed, he would do it again and again until the man understood that the days of mockery were long over.
"You know that you don't have to drop everything just to accompany us to the castle. You can leave me alone for a few bells with that guy - he won't be trying anything else." The squirrel knew full-well that he was within earshot of the Akalak - if anything, he was flaunting his power and daring the man to make a move on his anger. The man didn't; he turned around, shaking his head, and bucked the destrier into a sharp trot that panned ahead of them both. "Although I do appreciate it. I don't really feel like having to deal with him once again today. I have to practically live with the guy, and he's hell as it is - I'd hate to see what happens in the morning." He'd hate to see what would happen if any of the other knights heard what he'd done. He'd essentially disrespected, potentially insulted and threatened a knight - his patron knight of all people.
