First Entrance

[boghadair]

[OOM: I will ride, I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky]

...and then, suddenly, through one of the doors bursts a red-haired girl astride a rather enormous horse.

Merida is fortunately experienced enough to stop Angus as they slide to a stop a few inches from the bar.She pushes back a handful of curls and huffs out a relieved sigh, then gives a somewhat sheepish glance over her shoulder before standing up taller in the saddle. Dignity is not precisely an ingrained quality for her, but that's no reason not to be proud of herself.

She did stick the landing after all.


[OOC: Merida's first entrance! Open til her next EP. Also I have a Discord ID, please DM me for it!]

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[penderwydd]

The blind bard at the Bar has managed to sidestep the horse. The man literally as a strip of cloth hiding his damaged eyes. His staff is leaning against the bar, and his ornately carved harp is on her top. He moves his face towards the new comer, his beaker of heather beer in hand.

"Hello," he says.

[boghadair]

Merida's glad he managed to side-step her charge - she wouldn't want to be responsible for someone getting injured.

"Hello," she returns, gritting her teeth as Angus wickers and shakes out his mane, slapping her loudly right in the face. "I don't suppose you know where I could stow a horse for a wee bit?"

She just wants to be she knows where the big lug is before she goes exploring.

[penderwydd]

Tegid grins, "There are styles put back."

He reaches out and pats the large horse on he neck, "This is a very big horse isn't it?"

[boghadair]

"Out back? What sort of inn keeps hitching posts out at the back?"

When when Tegid reaches for the horse she cautions, "Careful with him, now. He doesn't quite trust strangers."

[penderwydd]

Tegid offers his hand for the horse to smell.

"Shall I show you where the stables are?" he asks.

[boghadair]

"If you don't mind," she says.

Angus takes a good long sniff of said hand, and makes a soft whuffling sound.

[penderwydd]

Tegid grins up at her, "Then follow me."

He picks up his harp and slings it across his back. Then he picks up his cloak and navigates the bar... rather nimbly for a guy with no eyes.

[boghadair]

The nimbleness is interesting to watch. Merida follows at a respectful distance but remains confused. "Are you sure that you know the way?" she asks.

[penderwydd]

"Unless my faculties were lost to me the day my eyes were taken, yes I know the way," he says with a smile, "I have a kind of sight, given me by the Swift Sure Hand. Though, it doesn't always work."

Tegid reaches the back door and opens it to reveal area beyond. The air scented with earth, trees, grass, and smoke from the forge.

[boghadair]

"Second sight?" The idea is somewhat oblique to Merida but she knows of the soothsayers and witches who have seen her people through hard times. "

There's a sigh of happiness as she re-meets the outdoors. The terrain is quite familiar. "It's like home," she notes.

Then, almost as an afterthought, "What happens when it doesn't work?"

[penderwydd]

Teggs sighs,"Then I am truly blind. But one learns to compensate."

[boghadair]

Oh! Well.

And yet still!


"How can it be like home out here?" she has to ask. "Like Scotland?"

[penderwydd]

"I thought it looks like parts of my home," says Tegid with a grin.

[boghadair]

"How many trees do you have back there? Because this is an...awful lot," she admits.