"Ugh." Theo slapped at the bugs that landed on him, grimacing. He'd discovered one point in Halo's favor, at least: very few biting or stinging insects made their home on the ice. Even after over a year in Torchline, he wasn't accustomed to them.
"Let the unicorns roll," Theo suggested. "But let's stay on our horses."
He didn't feel like getting down and then all the way back up. Besides, they'd have to take all the tack off, and then clean the horses up, or ride them muddy -- Theo didn't know enough about horses to have any idea whether that was feasible, but it all sounded like way too much work to him. The unicorns, though, bore no riders, so as far as Theo was concerned, they could do whatever they wanted.
Theo suggests that the unicorns can roll, but the riders should stay on their horses.
"Let the unicorns roll," Theo suggested. "But let's stay on our horses."
He didn't feel like getting down and then all the way back up. Besides, they'd have to take all the tack off, and then clean the horses up, or ride them muddy -- Theo didn't know enough about horses to have any idea whether that was feasible, but it all sounded like way too much work to him. The unicorns, though, bore no riders, so as far as Theo was concerned, they could do whatever they wanted.
Theo suggests that the unicorns can roll, but the riders should stay on their horses.
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
