The wild man's sudden blankness threw Sama'el. He blinked back, and his hand dropped finally, awkwardly, when the greeting was not returned. Still, it had stopped the chase, and the violence seemed done. Even the falcon only shot him dagger glances from her perch. After a few moments' thought, he decided. It was a good thing Pavi came with grassland sign, a very expressive gestural language. So he spoke in a soothing voice, as if to calm a wild, frightened stallion. "Don't worry," he said, both hands coming up in a calming gesture, "but I'm going to dismount." The which he did with practiced ease, slithering out of his yvas and onto his own two feet. With a word, he put Bigarren at his ease, and the stallion, uncaring, dropped his head down to crop the wild grasses. He wouldn't have much proper grain until they returned to Endrykas, after all. This peaceful gesture was followed by Sama'el taking a step away from the horse, but not forward, nowhere near invading the feral man's space. He maintained eye contact, but his head was much lower now. It was not a show of submission as an animal might understand it, for he didn't look away, but clearly making himself less threatening. The weapons were put away, the Fire extinguished. He tapped his chest with the flat of his palm. "My name is Sama'el," he said carefully. "Sama'el." Then he patted Bigarren's shoulder. "Bigarren." He wasn't an expert at this, not knowing whether he ought not say horse or Strider to explain Biagarren, but as a Drykas, he saw horses as akin to people and not just a soulless creature. |