Methos really should've known better than to bid against Aiyanna WhiteEagle for a paint. One didn't need to have a clue about her full history to see the stupidity of it. The problem was he'd wanted the slightly temperamental grey, but hadn't hung up the "Out to Lunch" sign at his mead tent in time to bid on it. There Methos stood on the grounds of the horse auctions watching Aiyanna show the grey who was boss. He let out a forlorn sigh, and wondered if she might have any advice on where he should place his next bid.
Mark had seen Methos enter, while he atched the bidding war over the paint. He sidled up to his friend, being sure to avoid eye-contact with the auctioneer, then proffered a grin. "I just pray she lets me have the gentle grey" he said softly, seeing how dejected Adam was. "Looks like she's out to buy everything..."
Aiyanna was not out to buy everything, just the two that caught her eye. With a firm hand she finally settled the grey down and got him cooperating. She had caught that Methos was there, but until she had the horse settled she wouldn't acknowledge him.
Aiyanna directed the grey over to the fence where the boys were talking and she gave Methos a mischievous smile, "Perhaps I shall let you borrow him sometime. Of course a studious city boy like you probably couldn't handle a horse." Oh she knows he most definitely can, but there is an air of challenge there. The two might not be playing the game but there is always that sense of competition. Neither had lived so long without keeping it sharp.
Aiyanna dismounted in a single, fluid movement before holding out the reins towards Methos. "Care to give it a shot?"
Methos didn't notice how Mark was watching him while he was focused on his bidding war with Aiyanna. He only noticed his friend had appeared at his shoulder after he'd lost the war. Methos nodded acknowledgment of Mark's prayer that Aiyanna would let him have the gentle grey. He gave his friend his best effort at a reassuring smile, "Since she is the doctor in the settlement with the best appreciation of your having recently suffered head trauma I imagine she'll keep in mind your needing a gentle mount
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Aiyanna directed the grey over to the fence where the boys were talking and she gave Methos a mischievous smile, "Perhaps I shall let you borrow him sometime. Of course a studious city boy like you probably couldn't handle a horse." Oh she knows he most definitely can, but there is an air of challenge there. The two might not be playing the game but there is always that sense of competition. Neither had lived so long without keeping it sharp.
Aiyanna dismounted in a single, fluid movement before holding out the reins towards Methos. "Care to give it a shot?"
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