[ Little known fact: there were, indeed, horses in his time. Not just chocobos. Given their campaigns across the land against the daemons, he is far more accustomed to the discipline of war horses, not those who worked the land for peasants or ran races for gamblers.
And so, when the reins slip from her hand: ]
Allow me.
[ There's a frigid touch upon her shoulder as he passes her, then a phase of his body from her side to position himself directly along the side of the horse, leaving a trail of blue, crystalline magic in his wake. In that instant, somehow he's managed to take hold of the rein, pulling it securely in his one hand. His other presses neatly to the animal's muscular neck, the touch softer as it moves as if to soothe.
Be it by authority or his firmer handling, the horse appears to acquiesce. ]
no subject
And so, when the reins slip from her hand: ]
Allow me.
[ There's a frigid touch upon her shoulder as he passes her, then a phase of his body from her side to position himself directly along the side of the horse, leaving a trail of blue, crystalline magic in his wake. In that instant, somehow he's managed to take hold of the rein, pulling it securely in his one hand. His other presses neatly to the animal's muscular neck, the touch softer as it moves as if to soothe.
Be it by authority or his firmer handling, the horse appears to acquiesce. ]