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[river_meimei]

It's full spring, even in Scotland. Or pseudo-Scotland, as the case may be. The grass is a thick green mat, and the last of the chilly mud has faded into good loam. The trees are in bud and in flower, and everywhere the air smells of growth.

River is curled beside a fencepost of the farthest paddock, watching Boukephalos strut with high flagged tail around a disinterested Corella. Her fingers shift lightly against grass and her skirt, and her face is abstracted in thought.

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[wolflord_andain]

He turns his head, winter-grey eyes brightening with amusement.

"Today, at least. I make no promises about a week from now."

His attention shifts back to the horse.

"Not, I suspect, that he needs a great deal of encouragement."

And while Galadan says 'he', the Wolflord is not speaking solely of Boukephalos.

[river_meimei]

"Natural talent."

River may or may not hear the extra layers of meaning, but her face has relaxed a little more anyway.

Boukephalos lifts his head enough to scent the wind and stamp once. Corella shakes herself, and Boukephalos turns an interested eye back on her.

[wolflord_andain]

"Natural talent tempered by an appealing distraction, it would seem."

It's the season for it, quite honestly.

[river_meimei]

"He remembers," River says softly. "What hasn't happened yet. When it's relevant, the wind will change."

She tips her face to the sky, eyes closing.

"I smell rain."

The clouds are gathering, scudding across the sun; no thunderstorm, but perhaps a spring shower. Or perhaps not yet.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan, too, tilts his face up, scenting the air.

"Soon enough, yes. The forest will appreciate it."

One hand brushes lightly over the grass as the Wolflord remembers another forest far from here.

"Is he the only one that remembers?"

[river_meimei]

River gives Galadan a look that says listen to yourself, and do not be a moron.

In a friendly manner.

"Catch and chase," she murmurs to the field at large. "Old soul. Remembers the pattern of the steps."

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan returns her look, though his is accompanied by a very faint smile.

"I never was very good at working within boundaries."

[river_meimei]

"Cheater," River translates.

Cheerfully.

She just might approve.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan almost laughs.

"Must we apply the label before being caught?"

[river_meimei]

"We'll use steam," River assures him sagely.

[wolflord_andain]

This time he does laugh.

"And should they switch to something not so easily foiled?"

[river_meimei]

"It's a quandary."

[wolflord_andain]

"Doubtless we could figure something out, were we persistent enough."

They are both of them very clever, after all.

Even if one of them is mad.

[river_meimei]

River directs a smug smile at Corella's forelegs.

[wolflord_andain]

"That," he says, mouth quirking in a genuine smile, "is neither yes or no."

[river_meimei]

"You're very clever," River says cheerfully.

Which may mean nope, it's not.

Or may mean, I'm sure you can figure out which I mean.

[wolflord_andain]

"So I've been told."

This is very true.

He's still smiling even as he subsides into silence.

This is--more comfortable than he expected.

Odd.

Odd but enjoyable.