Sam was still having trouble believing the situation they were in, trying to think of other possible reasons for it while Jigano spoke. Drugs? He had never touched anything stronger than beer before, and only that occasionally. Sudden, joint insanity? He supposed that wasn't impossible, but it seemed unlikely. So did Jigano's statement about being swallowed into the book, but he couldn't think of any real other possibilities. With a sigh, he gave up and just moved to hoping it would be over soon.
He inched himself forward and nervously swung his feet down into the stirrups, swaying back and forth once he made it. Before he'd climbed on he hadn't realised just how high up it was on Jigano's back. That and his fear of horses was adding up to a nauseous feeling in his stomach and he hoped he wouldn't make a mess of Jigano's mane.
As Jigano leaned forward to pick up the feather he made a weak noise of protest but managed to keep from falling off. After a few wobbly moments once they began moving he settled into a rhythm, able to keep upright and even pretend like he was in control by holding the reins and trying to look authoritative.
The change in scenary from forest to castle was unnatural, surprising, but Sam was glad to be somewhere that closer resembled civilisation. Maybe, he thought, he could talk to someone who could explain it all here. That was his hope when the man approached, but it was quickly apparent that no, this King was just another prop in the story.
"O-Oh. Um." Sam tried to swallow what felt like a stone in this throat and speak confidently. "I have...a feather, from a rare b-bird. But that's all. It has been a....poor....day? A poor day. In the woods. Tell me what you want from me, please." Perhaps that last part was less polite than intended, but Sam was growing desperate for some direction.
He inched himself forward and nervously swung his feet down into the stirrups, swaying back and forth once he made it. Before he'd climbed on he hadn't realised just how high up it was on Jigano's back. That and his fear of horses was adding up to a nauseous feeling in his stomach and he hoped he wouldn't make a mess of Jigano's mane.
As Jigano leaned forward to pick up the feather he made a weak noise of protest but managed to keep from falling off. After a few wobbly moments once they began moving he settled into a rhythm, able to keep upright and even pretend like he was in control by holding the reins and trying to look authoritative.
The change in scenary from forest to castle was unnatural, surprising, but Sam was glad to be somewhere that closer resembled civilisation. Maybe, he thought, he could talk to someone who could explain it all here. That was his hope when the man approached, but it was quickly apparent that no, this King was just another prop in the story.
"O-Oh. Um." Sam tried to swallow what felt like a stone in this throat and speak confidently. "I have...a feather, from a rare b-bird. But that's all. It has been a....poor....day? A poor day. In the woods. Tell me what you want from me, please." Perhaps that last part was less polite than intended, but Sam was growing desperate for some direction.
