[ even beneath his fingers, where he makes direct contact with hers as he positions where to clutch, he can feel the loosening tension, purposeful in how she directly tries to relax even if it's easy to tell how it's required for her to be conscious of it to achieve it, at least for now.
he raises his eyes when she asks, feeling the direct line of her eyes to him. as if looking for something else to distract him when he draws his hand away, he brushes his palm to the mane of her horse. ]
Was on a job. Protectorate had me out looking for a man who was hiding out a planet that was mostly farm land. Had to blend to find him. Made quick work of learning the horses so I wouldn't stand out. Did it well enough, I even earned loyalty from a team of other riders.
[ the details are left mostly vague, like not making mention that it was a kill order from the government, that when he'd worked for the protectorate, it was as an assassin, to an extent, something he'd only really admitted once he was out of there, once he'd seen it all from the other side.
he considers she might assume it anyway, but then she tends to look at the good side of someone before assuming their worst. ]
It's how I was trained. When I was on the side of the government and then even when I switched to fighting alongside the Envoys, that part was all the same — blend in, learn the culture, inspire loyalty in a few capable locals, use them however you need to. [ he raises his eyes to her again, sight stern despite the brief swallow in his throat. ] Whatever the mission, you take what's offered.
no subject
he raises his eyes when she asks, feeling the direct line of her eyes to him. as if looking for something else to distract him when he draws his hand away, he brushes his palm to the mane of her horse. ]
Was on a job. Protectorate had me out looking for a man who was hiding out a planet that was mostly farm land. Had to blend to find him. Made quick work of learning the horses so I wouldn't stand out. Did it well enough, I even earned loyalty from a team of other riders.
[ the details are left mostly vague, like not making mention that it was a kill order from the government, that when he'd worked for the protectorate, it was as an assassin, to an extent, something he'd only really admitted once he was out of there, once he'd seen it all from the other side.
he considers she might assume it anyway, but then she tends to look at the good side of someone before assuming their worst. ]
It's how I was trained. When I was on the side of the government and then even when I switched to fighting alongside the Envoys, that part was all the same — blend in, learn the culture, inspire loyalty in a few capable locals, use them however you need to. [ he raises his eyes to her again, sight stern despite the brief swallow in his throat. ] Whatever the mission, you take what's offered.