It had been a good spar with the girl, Frey had to admit. Any chance to fight was one he wouldn’t pass up, and he was getting stronger. Getting faster. The honed edge on a knife, and Frey would only improve. As long as he could fight, he would-- to his last breath. Though he was just a child now, the promise of so much lay stretched ahead of him, and the best he could do was be prepared. When winter finally returned, Frey wanted to be the one that challenged to bring his sister home.
Anne seemed… surprised. Surprised at the mention of the queen-- the lady of the land. The Harbor had been Enya’s before it was Jaskier’s, and Frey was a bit confused by her confusion. “She’s called Enya, she’s gold and white and has curved ears.” She was burned into his memory, fresh as the day she’d slighted him for the first time. “Jaskier was captive here last year, and she came and broke him out. I wasn’t allowed to intervene, not being of age. He even had the balls to threaten me as they ran off--” Frey broke off, sighing softly. “Sorry,” and he is. He’d dragged Anne into this, and it wasn’t her fault. Beside the frail mare he feels positively massive, more so than usual. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm her physically, as he already has emotionally.
His eyebrows creep up in surprise as the girl he’d sparred only a few days prior arrived in the Lagoon. The only visitors they’d had lately were Peak mares. This one was something else, far off on the Luthien. It would have been quite the swim, but whatever floated her boat. She closes the gap, and Frey is grateful for a bit of interference between himself and the seething blue mare. “It’s nice to meet you for real, Parvati. Are you healing up okay from the spar?” He was surprisingly gentle, assessing her for any visible damage. Frey himself could feel a bit of bruising around his chest and shoulder, but was no worse for wear. “I’m Frey.” No fancy titles, no long last name. He was the general’s son, but he didn’t feel the need to speak that. Especially not now, the relationship between the boy and his father being rocky at best.
I won him from a stallion here, Frey’s interest picked up. “I haven’t seen him for a bit, last I heard he went with Rade to visit the Desert over the summer.” Since then, it hadn’t been hide or hair of the creature. There had been talk of making him an associate, lifting the yoke of the prisoner from his shoulders. Frey wasn’t opposed, but just… where had he been? “Who did you best, if I can ask?” He can’t help himself-- the sooty creature is curious. It was hard not to be… they’d all said he wasn’t ready to step up to the general’s seat, but who had Parvati beaten? Were they any more ready than he? After all, he’d beaten her in their friendly duel just days ago.
“Let is a strong word. A won fight is a won fight, fair and square,” Frey’s gaze flickered back to Anne. She was upset, and he didn’t blame her. It was hard to hold anything against her in these moments. He’s still relatively stoic, though an undercurrent of curiosity still coursed through him. That, and he was barely used to speaking with one girl at a time, much less two. Being raised around mostly men had probably done something poor for his social development. Still, Frey was doing a decent job quelling his anxiety for now. At this point, all he wanted was for Anne to not hate him. Already that seemed like a long way off.
two. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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