I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
While Noah always tried to be good, to do the right thing, every man made mistakes. This was one of his. In the momentary calm and control they had over the herd, Noah took advantage of that. He had to work to keep control of his luxere, the coiling muscles in his arm holding tight as he wrapped their ropes around the horn of his saddle, dallying them hard and close.
He could hear Marcus calling to Amhran instructions to sit up, pull back, breathe out, as he focused his compulsions once more on the luxere closest to him as he could manage. He maneuvered his horse in close as Deimos instructed, his physical strength holding his dallied luxere as he focused his attuned magics outward. "I'm sorry everyone, wrong call on my part. I took their ease in the moment for granted." He apologized through a grunt of effort.
Noah uses compulsion on the closest NPC luxeres as he can while dallying his own ropes off and holding his tight.
He could hear Marcus calling to Amhran instructions to sit up, pull back, breathe out, as he focused his compulsions once more on the luxere closest to him as he could manage. He maneuvered his horse in close as Deimos instructed, his physical strength holding his dallied luxere as he focused his attuned magics outward. "I'm sorry everyone, wrong call on my part. I took their ease in the moment for granted." He apologized through a grunt of effort.
Noah uses compulsion on the closest NPC luxeres as he can while dallying his own ropes off and holding his tight.
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