Marcus
someone wise told me once
to keep my chin held high
to keep my chin held high
Accustomed to being on the back of an equine, Marcus settled right in with the horse he was given. Along their route he patted its neck, whispering gently to it as they rode out. He missed Vi'dore, his father's unicorn, and this dappled gray beast made him miss him even more. Perhaps when they returned from this venture Marcus would go to Frey and ask for his own unicorn. His thoughts mulled and played with the thought, shifting to even such endeavors as asking Frey to become a unicorn, before the young hybrid was pulled back to reality by Deimos' voice.
Focusing quickly on the directions, the Olson swung off his horse. Too quickly, as it were, for the young man winced slightly as shocks of lightning ran up from his legs to his hips. He had forgotten that part about riding for such a long time in the cold, cold weather. Pressing his own hand against his side to offer himself a little boost of healing, Marcus moved on to assist the others without drawing much attention to himself.
He helped pull hay until there was enough on the ground, and then he stepped towards the young demigod, offering him a smile and a nod that indicated he would follow him in whatever song he had to offer.
Marcus dismounts, helps, and gets ready to sing!
Focusing quickly on the directions, the Olson swung off his horse. Too quickly, as it were, for the young man winced slightly as shocks of lightning ran up from his legs to his hips. He had forgotten that part about riding for such a long time in the cold, cold weather. Pressing his own hand against his side to offer himself a little boost of healing, Marcus moved on to assist the others without drawing much attention to himself.
He helped pull hay until there was enough on the ground, and then he stepped towards the young demigod, offering him a smile and a nod that indicated he would follow him in whatever song he had to offer.
Marcus dismounts, helps, and gets ready to sing!
and be brave
