[ see, now that outcome sounds incredibly likely, and probably something she'd say herself, but now that he's said it first, with that smug twist of his lips, marta's feeling contrary enough to ensure it absolutely never happens.
not that... you know... she would have done it on purpose anyway. ]
Do they have karma in your world, Kovacs? [ she watches him mount his horse with an ease she's be envious of, if she wasn't so busy pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes at his back. ] I'm going to make you eat your words now, just wait.
[ yep, once she figures out how to get her horse actually moving... it's over for you. ]
[ he can almost even see the flicker in her eye that believes exactly what he's saying, and with how he's technically supposed to be training her to be more comfortable, he should likely feel guilty for implying the idea, but as he settles into his own saddle, his personal amusement is only even more evident snide curl of his lips.
when she speaks up, he manages to swallow back a laugh, even if the inclination is written in his eyes when he looks to her, snagging his own reins and turning the horse's direction with ease as he aligns it alongside hers. ]
Can't wait. You ready to start moving or should I come back in a few hours when you've nudged forward a few more inches?
You have so much to say, [ marta mutters around a huff, but she refuses to give further into his baiting and resolves to turn her full attention to the matter at hand. which is... remember how to make this horse move. they always make it look so easy in the movies, but that's the movies for you. theoretically, she knows what she's supposed to do, but the actual execution of it has her pausing. the horse she's on has been patient enough, but now that it's just her and him, she can't help but feel much, much smaller and so very lacking in control.
but now she's got a point to prove. she's not normally so proud but there's something about that smug twist of kovacs' lips she just wants to wipe right off sometimes. now what was it he'd said? grip the reigns, nudge them with the heel of your boot a bit—
later, she'll blame it on her poor reflexes in the moment. but what was meant to be the gentlest of taps somehow wound up being more than that, and more than her horse had been anticipating and willing to stand for. one second they're just standing around, practically immobile, the next they're blasting off down the clearing like their life depended on it.
[ while he has no problem making fun of her a little, he's actually expecting her to handle it without too much trouble, since it at least doesn't require any real mastery of skill to at least get a horse moving and he does at least intend to stay beside her the whole time to make sure no problems actually arise while he gets used to the seating and the movement.
what he doesn't expect, through plenty of fault of his own for not giving it more careful attention, is for her to suddenly go darting across the field, the horse next to him one second and then leaving a trail of dusty dirt the next. ]
Marta — ! [ at least his instinct to move fast is still in working order, slapping the reins of his own horse to get it into high speed to chase down marta's along the path. ] Pull the reins back! It slows it down!
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not that... you know... she would have done it on purpose anyway. ]
Do they have karma in your world, Kovacs? [ she watches him mount his horse with an ease she's be envious of, if she wasn't so busy pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes at his back. ] I'm going to make you eat your words now, just wait.
[ yep, once she figures out how to get her horse actually moving... it's over for you. ]
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when she speaks up, he manages to swallow back a laugh, even if the inclination is written in his eyes when he looks to her, snagging his own reins and turning the horse's direction with ease as he aligns it alongside hers. ]
Can't wait. You ready to start moving or should I come back in a few hours when you've nudged forward a few more inches?
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but now she's got a point to prove. she's not normally so proud but there's something about that smug twist of kovacs' lips she just wants to wipe right off sometimes. now what was it he'd said? grip the reigns, nudge them with the heel of your boot a bit—
later, she'll blame it on her poor reflexes in the moment. but what was meant to be the gentlest of taps somehow wound up being more than that, and more than her horse had been anticipating and willing to stand for. one second they're just standing around, practically immobile, the next they're blasting off down the clearing like their life depended on it.
apparently? marta's got some lungs on her. ]
Kovaaaaacs—!
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what he doesn't expect, through plenty of fault of his own for not giving it more careful attention, is for her to suddenly go darting across the field, the horse next to him one second and then leaving a trail of dusty dirt the next. ]
Marta — ! [ at least his instinct to move fast is still in working order, slapping the reins of his own horse to get it into high speed to chase down marta's along the path. ] Pull the reins back! It slows it down!