May your past be the sound
"Not unless the human is incompetent," he supplied with a wry smirk, unaware of the assurances from the equines she might've heard. He liked to think he was competent, having been raised on a farm, and being a veterinarian to boot, he had a knack for picking up new tasks easily, and could interpret animal behaviour pretty well - it's what made him good at his jobs on Earth.
Nodding at her question, he got to work undoing the buckles, and replied, "Yeah, I was raised on a farm, and we preferred to use horses when moving the cattle. I also studied to become a vet, which is a doctor for animals, so treated plenty who found themselves hurt." He spoke as he worked, gently asking Lukkja to step forward out of the rig set up, before undoing more buckles here and there, and eventually lifting the hame over the horse's head. He rested the gear on the sturdy wood of the plough, not in a rush to gear up Talys - hoping to perhaps encourage the woman to do so herself, with his guidance, if she would have him.
"Now it's mostly a matter of doing all of that, in reverse," a kind smile coloured his words as he gestured to the gear, Lukkja now standing off to the side with his leadrope slung over his back, seemingly happy to snooze his afternoon away now that he had been freed from his duties.
Nodding at her question, he got to work undoing the buckles, and replied, "Yeah, I was raised on a farm, and we preferred to use horses when moving the cattle. I also studied to become a vet, which is a doctor for animals, so treated plenty who found themselves hurt." He spoke as he worked, gently asking Lukkja to step forward out of the rig set up, before undoing more buckles here and there, and eventually lifting the hame over the horse's head. He rested the gear on the sturdy wood of the plough, not in a rush to gear up Talys - hoping to perhaps encourage the woman to do so herself, with his guidance, if she would have him.
"Now it's mostly a matter of doing all of that, in reverse," a kind smile coloured his words as he gestured to the gear, Lukkja now standing off to the side with his leadrope slung over his back, seemingly happy to snooze his afternoon away now that he had been freed from his duties.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
