Ronald
"All day? By the Spirits, you must be exhausted..."
*He sighed sympathetically, tapping his chin as he took a moment's thought. An idea occurred to him, one that his father would surely chastise him for considering. The centaur slowly settled beside the elf, shifting the fur-lined haori jacket he wore over the top of his caparison, offering Terrel a hand.*
"If it isn't too embarrassing for you, I can escort you there. A ride for a good friend is honourable enough for me."
Herbert
*Escort? The Elf would wonder, at first not sure how that would help in him still having to walk back only for the question to be answered at Circine's offer at giving him a ride.*"A ride, on a centaur?"*He'd question as if it were the most ludicrous thing he's ever heard.*"How would I even-"*He'd held his hand out to gesture at the Centaur, not even having to words to explain how complicated it seemed in his eyes. There was something seemingly awkward in riding a horse man, the Elf 'could' put his finger on what that was, though he wasn't going to say it. Was his exhaustion worth however many more miles he had to getting to Salvania? Well that was still at a debate.*
Ronald
"You've never ridden a horse without a saddle before? I thought you were from the steppes, Terrel, for shame..."
*He jested, laughing heartily and raising his hands in a shrug. Circine would beckon him closer, patting his back encouragingly - his earnest smile making it clear how little he cared for any embarrassment this may cause. Terrel was clearly exhausted, and letting him stumble the rest of the way would not stand.*
Herbert
"Usually the horses didn't have the ability to talk back."*The Elf would respond, giving a sigh of exasperation. He seemed to be at a debate for a while with Circine patting his back as if for him to hop on. For a moment he could have pretended that it was just another horse, though that was quickly ruptured.*"Time's like this... I should have just brought Carl with me..."*He'd say, only to turn his head away and continue walking.*"You usually go around telling random people to ride on your back?"
Ronald
"No, just friends. Centaurs have a code of honour around others riding them. If I was a warrior, only a knight of any worth could ride me into battle. But I'm no warrior, not of my tribe, at least."
*Circine would sigh and shake his head, rising back up and following alongside, his gait slowing as not to hurry the elf along.*
"If you get too tired, don't be shy to ask. I'd rather you not collapsing after such a long trek."
Herbert
"Never before have I heard of people riding centaurs into battle."*The Elf would say.*"What kind of tribe are you from?"*He would question, looking back at the Centuar as he would walk alongside him. The Elf found himself laughing off the thought, more so in him saying that he'd rather the Elf not collapse over him carrying him the rest of the way.*"Funny, I think I'd rather collapse first."*He'd say with a tired chuckle. Terrel doubted he'd collapse this close to Salvania after all the traveling he had done to get here. It would have been disappointing to say the least.*
Ronald
"Fletchers, hunters and bowmen. You can imagine how my family reacted when I took up the sword - especially one as bizarre as this one."
*He chuckled back, unsheathing his nodachi and presenting it between his hands, running a finger across the edge.*
Herbert
"Archers."*He'd say, summarizing the three in just one word. In Circine showing off his sword and explaining the centaurs' usual preference of bows, the Elf would find amusement in it.*"You think that's bad? Imagine trying to explain an Elf refusing to use magic."*He'd comment with a grin, soon parting his cloak to reveal his own arming sword.*