Re: A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
The wrangler frowns as Tim gets heavily nudged into the trough up the street. Boy needed to learn to use his weight...needed to have some weight, really. He'd try to see to that. Going by Charlie's height Tim ought to be a good 5'10" given a couple years, providing he got food in him most days.
Carl takes out his vinagary handkerchief and wipes over his hands, then holds it tightly in his left fist several moments before putting it away, eyes on the wandering horse as he moves up. Stride wavers, but not quite enough to escape Carl's grab for his reins. Carl brings the beast's head down sharply and strokes over his nose left-handed, right fingers twisted in the reins just under the chin. He leans up and appears to whisper something in the animal's ear. The horse goes calm and stands placidly, like he wasn't ready to shy at all creation moments before.
Carl swings up, kicking the horse into motion before the red haze has quite cleared, and goes to check the boy's all right.
[[He will have to make life decisions, then - 'twas the direct opposite part that threw me. Och, no need to rope him if he's at a good trot this way...shift, Carl!
15 Ride, +red chippit. Hm, well I think that should cover emergency use of the Word. I must say it's somehow very satisfying to use practical folk magic in a world with real magic, tele/empathic animal bonds etc. Bucking is done with the back end, by the by.]]