Post by Tybalt Zane on Oct 16, 2023 10:20:03 GMT -5
Tybalt needed to get away from the palace. It was a desperate need, one which threatened to override all common sense. Perhaps it did as as soon as he had passed through the city's main gates, he spurred his horse into a full gallop. Quicksilver lived up to her name well. Calebro's daughter was flightier than her father, not an ideal trait for a warhorse but she made up for it with raw speed. She wanted to run. So Tybalt didn't hold her back. He allowed the animal to fly as fast as she wanted to. He tied the reins round the pommel of his saddle, and just let her charge. He only guided the animal with his legs, and bodyweight.
He was heading home. It was late, he didn't know quite what time it was. He might just, he reasoned, be able to say goodnight to his children. More likely, the man would have to content himself with tucking them in.
It was part of the way through the woods that he found himself sensing Felicity. Their bond was a powerful one, but one which he'd grown so accustomed to that it didn't always register. He could sense he now though. Tybalt leaned back in his saddle, asking his mount to slow. The man hesitated. His earlier confrontation with Felicity was fresh in his mind. It was very tempting to avoid conflict, at least for today, just as he had been for the past little while. The man hesitated for a little while, before letting out a sigh. Scout would likely be at Birkhall soon, if she wasn't already, he didn't want her to bump straight into his wife. With a nudge of his heels, he encouraged the animal forwards at a canter.
Eventually, following a mixture of the road and their bond, Tybalt would hear the wheels of the carriage. Before long, it would be within his sight. He took the precaution of slowing to a trot to avoid startling anyone. Assuming he was allowed to do so, he would ride alongside the vehicle. Just in case Felicity had somehow managed to miss him, he would tap against the door. Perhaps pushing his luck a shade too far.
Time to be brave... "Lady Zane..." He would greet her.
He was heading home. It was late, he didn't know quite what time it was. He might just, he reasoned, be able to say goodnight to his children. More likely, the man would have to content himself with tucking them in.
It was part of the way through the woods that he found himself sensing Felicity. Their bond was a powerful one, but one which he'd grown so accustomed to that it didn't always register. He could sense he now though. Tybalt leaned back in his saddle, asking his mount to slow. The man hesitated. His earlier confrontation with Felicity was fresh in his mind. It was very tempting to avoid conflict, at least for today, just as he had been for the past little while. The man hesitated for a little while, before letting out a sigh. Scout would likely be at Birkhall soon, if she wasn't already, he didn't want her to bump straight into his wife. With a nudge of his heels, he encouraged the animal forwards at a canter.
Eventually, following a mixture of the road and their bond, Tybalt would hear the wheels of the carriage. Before long, it would be within his sight. He took the precaution of slowing to a trot to avoid startling anyone. Assuming he was allowed to do so, he would ride alongside the vehicle. Just in case Felicity had somehow managed to miss him, he would tap against the door. Perhaps pushing his luck a shade too far.
Time to be brave... "Lady Zane..." He would greet her.