<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Momoa.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Just outside the Horse annex<br/><strong>When:</strong>Morning<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lars simply bowed his head and smiled at her when she thanked him for his compliment. The comment about her legs had been quite spontaneous and sincere, if not exactly pondered. He watched her as she ride the horse at an incredible speed – incredible to him anyway – and his heart went to her. He was terrified that she would fall and break her neck, but she had trust in her animal, and he trusted her judgement. He would not try to stop her from doing something she enjoyed so much.<br/><br/>He paid attention to Runa, his eyes returning to the horse and the rider, but when she dropped the stick, Lars took it and raised his arms. Seeing Runa darting in the same direction than he had thrown before, Lars called her again and threw the stick in the opposite direction. If anything, the wolf would spend as much energy as she could, before the hunt and would end up sleeping on the horse’s back for most of the day. The thought made him smile.<br/><br/>As the sound of hooves on the ground came back toward him, Lars turned to face Naliya.  She was beautiful. In her excitement, with the wind in her hair, there was a wild quality to her that made Lars even more sensitive to her charms. He took a deep breath and decided that now would be the time. He was terrified that she might not want to kiss, or that she might not like it.<br/><br/>How could he face a megaloceros with a spear, with just a fast-beating heart and a steady resolve, but he was turning into a nervous wreck in the face of a small, beautiful woman? Would the wound on his pride be so much more painful than the one on his body? Most likely not… Lars thought to himself and he decided to stop being such a wimp.<br/><br/>Lars returned her smile, and decided that he would still be a wimp regarding the horse. Facing one major fear per day was more than enough for him. “Ah… Maybe some other time.” Lars said, still sounding as unsure as he had the last time she had offered. He loved feeling the solid ground under his own two feet. The idea of holding her close to him while on Tikka had its appeal, he had to admit, but he shook his head.<br/><br/>Rather than to move away, towards the others that were near the main entrance of the camp, he walked toward her and held his hands up, offering a help she did not really need to get off the horse. He had a plan in mind though, a purpose for such an offer. He was to put her down near him, and kiss her. He could do it, it wasn’t that hard.<br/> </div>