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Save a horse, Ride a Cowboy

Who: Senren Lavellan (

heraldsdawn) & Jesse McCree (

good_bamf_ugly)
What: Meeting the Boy cow at the stables
When: It's Hiiiiiiigh Mid afternoon
Where: The Stables
Warning(s): none currently

[He'd been doing his own walk arounds of this place. He's still getting familiar with this strange new land and it wouldn't do if he was serious on setting up a second Inquisition if he didn't know where to go. His walkabouts took him to many places in the city, from armouries to tailors. But the final place he came across is the stables.

Ah yes. He remembers they had a lot of trouble securing horses back home. That a horse master was needed. Maybe it'd be a good idea to look into one now. As he's walking over to enter the barn building he all but stops when he see's a very recognizable human off by the horse pen.

Wasn't that...?]

McCree, right? [ He speaks as he approaches the taller human. He definitely feels dwarfed next to him but he's not about to let that bother him now.]

What are you doing here?

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[McCree spent some time in the VR exploring Olympia and the surrounding areas before landing in the real thing, but it could hardly prepare him for the sheer volume and density the empire actually offered. He could and would spend weeks doing what he considered essential recon but...

...well, the stables made for an easy distraction. He's in no rush to settle in, so it suits him fine. These certainly weren't wild horses but the other animals present varied from familiar to fantastical. Fits right in with Lavellan's elf ears in his opinion.]

Howdy.

[He raises a hand in greeting, pleased to see a familiar face. He's in a good mood on top of it, and even the wide brim of his hat can't hide the easy-going smile on his face. As to the question he simply finishes petting the muzzle of one of the brown horses he was getting acquainted with.]

Makin' friends.

[He'd make friends all day here if left alone.]

[ It's hard not to feel nostalgic to see stables like these. It reminded him very much of the ones back at Skyhold. The elf has already stepped up to the side of McCree, reaching out to pet one of the horses in front of him. ]

I see. They're no Halla or a Hart but they're friendly enough. Isn't that right? [ The last part is more towards the horse than McCree as he scritches it behind the ears. The horse just seems to shake it's mane at that and he just gives a pleasant smile to it. ]

It would be nice to go riding one of these days. [ Definitely nice. Though that smile curls a bit more before he looks over to McCree. ]

I don't suppose anyone would notice if we just borrowed some horses for a few hours, right? [ He may be kidding. Maybe. ]

[Halla and Hart sound more like foreign pastries or cookies or something but he'll ignore that thought in favor of that proposition. He's been spending a lot of time here at the stables because he likes it, offering his hand to help here and there and will very probably continue to do so. Not even because he wants a horse of his own (he definitely does) but because he genuinely enjoys the work. It suits him. He knows trust and respect around here is earned.

That said, no, he's almost positive no one would notice if they were quick about it. He's not even sure if Lavellan is kidding.]

I'd wager we'd have to find you a donkey or foal first.

[ It's definitely sitting in the place of it's a joke and you know we really could. Though Lavellan has to give that little remark a sideways glance and an arched brow.]

Did you just make a joke about my height? Low blow, my friend. I can ride a full grown horse like any tall man.

Maybe even better.

[ In which he'll poke his finger into McCree's chest.]

Probably better than you I'd think. [ It sounds jovial but he's definitely offering up a bit of a challenge here.]

Is that experience talkin' or you aimin' to impress me?

[That earns Lavellan a slap on the shoulder. McCree's laughing but the sing-songy tone in his voice is entirely teasing. It was all but too easy with his phrasing.]

I think I might need to see that with my own eyes.

A little of both.

[ He smirks at that as he moves over to the gate of the pen and he'll just open it and step on inside to a horse. He looks it over, petting it's nose before leading it over to the reins and beginning to saddle it up. There a look he gives to McCree tilting his head inquiringly. ]

Well, are you going to join me or what?

[They're probably both going to get in trouble for this if they get caught. So McCree decides they just will not have to get caught. He's quick to saddle too, mounts a brown horse right next to the one Lavellan picked out that sports a white diamond on its forehead.]

You sure you don't need a boost up?

Is that a joke on my height? Really, that's rude.

[ But, he says it with a smile. Contrary to belief, smaller gentlemen can pull themselves up onto horses which he does. He rides a brown horse, thinking it's probably the less conspicuous to ride around. Saddled up and ready to go, he holds the reins and steers the horse out of the stable.

He looks back to McCree and grins and points towards two trees far off in the distance. ]

I'll race you there if you're not afraid of a challenge from a small elf man.

You're on!

[And like a true gentleman, McCree doesn't give any warning or countdown--he just barks out a loud HEE-YAA! and cracks the reigns. His horse rears up dramatically and breaks off into a sprint. Seems he's fine not playing fair and laughing about it the whole way.]

That's cheating!

[ He yells after, now kicking his horse in the sides to make it race after. Cracking the reins he lets out a few loud; ] YAW! YAW!

[ the horse chases after McCree's and it takes it a few moments for Lavellan to even begin to get close behind the other. They aren't neck and neck yet, but they were beginning to get closer to their finish line. There's a look of determination as he looks at McCree's back as he cracks the reins harder to make his horse go. ]

[McCree looks and feels like a natural on his steed, leaning forward and getting as much speed and momentum out of each thunderous hoof as it tears through hard dirt. He hears Lavellan closing in fast. The race only lasts a matter of seconds and because he got a head start, he wins. Not by much, but it was enough to make a difference.

Once he passes the tree he lets his horse slow down naturally into a gallop and then easy trot. The horse exhales through its nostrils like that was either a nuisance or not enough. McCree grins but he knows that wasn't entirely fair. And to Lavellan's credit, he trailed behind only by a little bit. He can tell he's got what it takes. It was just a warm up!]

So you can ride. Not bad. Wanna' have a rematch?

[A fair one.]

[ He pulls the horse to the stop and there's just a small smirk on his face mixed with annoyance. Patting the horse on the side he looks to McCree with something of a huffed sigh. ]

Hm, I'm not sure you're not going to take off on me again, are you?

[ And he has the horse saunter up next to McCree's horse as he looks up to him with a look of cocky determination. ]

Because we both know I could take you in a fair race.

I ain't going to make a promise I can't keep. [He winks. It really was a self-depreciative comment cleverly disguised as a tease, something only he'd appreciate, if that even is the right word.]

But I'll behave since you asked so nice.

[He'll stick to his word because this sure as heck was fun and he thinks he'll enjoy having another go at the other man.]

This tree to the fence.

Ready?

Good to know you're a gentleman, McCree. It's an attractive trait.

[ It's definitely appreciated. The wink earns a half grin but he's definitely not going to lose this time.

With the rules set out for the race he looks to McCree. On the ready he nods and says; ]

Ready...Set...go!

[ And he takes off. ]

[Off they go! McCree doesn't rear up this time for show (because that does slow things down) but this isn't a life-or-death race, and he's grinning from ear to ear the whole time. He rides fast and hard with his seat off the rear, one hand on the reigns and the other on his hat.

The hat is very important, as Lavellan already knows.]

[ It's about this point that Lavellan is close to their finish line that he kicks his horse into high gear.

His horse responds in kind and it charges a good ten feet past the finish. He rears the horse in and turns giving the man a smirk across his lips. ]

Well, I'd say that's all tied up.

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