Marcus
someone wise told me once
to keep my chin held high
to keep my chin held high
Even though Marcus wasn't the most skilled, trained, or even devoted musician, his contributions seemed to be helping rather than harming. A smile broke over his face as he kept humming, eyes lifting as the familiar shadows of his father's gyrfalcon form and his griffin companion shifted and shimmered over the tundra. Marcus kept humming his notes, deep and methodical and following Amhran's cues.
Deimos voice cut over the snow and the Olson son nodded, stepping back carefully. He moved a few feet before turning to see his mount. It hadn't moved far from where he parked, motivated to stay by both training and the opportunity to munch on some of the hay provided. Marcus grabbed rein and mane, lifting his foot to the stirrup, before stepping up onto the draft-type's back and swinging his opposite leg over.
Marcus keeps humming and mounts up!
Deimos voice cut over the snow and the Olson son nodded, stepping back carefully. He moved a few feet before turning to see his mount. It hadn't moved far from where he parked, motivated to stay by both training and the opportunity to munch on some of the hay provided. Marcus grabbed rein and mane, lifting his foot to the stirrup, before stepping up onto the draft-type's back and swinging his opposite leg over.
Marcus keeps humming and mounts up!
and be brave
