"I think I will be fine," he said, though he didn't protest being sat back down. "I have a thick skull." At least, that's what his grandmother had always told him. His Strider craned her neck to whuffle through his lengthening hair, then bent her head down to crop the turf. The Windrunner trotted over to feast in companionable silence, ever the herd animal. "Well," he continued after a moment to assess the state of his brain, "I can show you to the Whitefeather Pavilion of the Opal Clan. They are herbalists and healers and they know the local flora better than most. The Opal Clan has our best healers, you know." It felt strange to be speaking in Common again now that Aiken was gone. "I can give you directions if you don't think I can show you, but I can ride without falling." In fact, he had kept in his saddle with worse injuries, and Horse had not let him fall. Though with Dohaina he only rode with an yvas, he was sure that she would be even more careful not to let him drop. Now, of course, they were both bareback for his acrobatic stunts, but neither would mind that for a while. |