by Mokin on March 30th, 2011, 10:37 pm
Mokin was unnerved by the softness of her arms as she wrapped them around him. He was not used to the physical contact with women, least of all from a stranger. He was used to wrestling with men, their forms sturdy and solid. But her gentle touch was much more alien and dangerous. He felt the little hairs on his neck rise.
Then she even kept talking, as if it was the most natural thing to do while keeping her arms around him. He was not used to such extroverted personalities. Mokin found her to be much more calm with the situation than himself. He peered over his shoulder at her, as she asked him of his name.
"Mokin." he said. He would have liked to make a larger introduction, perhaps say something along the lines: I am a fierce warrior of the Drykas, or My name is known as the Legend of the Steppes. Alas, he had neither the vocabulary or flair to impress her with such bold words.
He turned his focus forward as he gave Bofap a light clap with his legs, the horse trodding forward at an easy pace. There was no need to tire him out from the start. And so Flye, and Mokin, would ride past the other travelers who prepared themselves. He wondered what his clansfolk would say to this new companion of his.