Faramir gives her a solemn look, only his eyes and the faint curve of his smile betraying him. "But of course, you are not so pert. Even though you are correct."
Clearly, the lack of foolishness is a quality shared by both the man and the horses he chooses. And his pleasure at having made her laugh with this tale is obvious. "Alas, he did not keep the foal, for the mare was not his--though he did charge a handsome stud fee, and watched the resulting issue with interest, claiming himself as an honorary godfather of sorts to him by virtue of his having overseen the conception." His eyes are fond, remembing his brother with love and laughter for once, and no echo of pain. "Some did challenge his masculinity thereafter, when he stuck only to geldings. But that never availed them much satisfaction, for he had but to challenge them to a duel, and there was none who could defeat him in single combat, and few even who could match him for a time."
The smile fades just a hair. Such a warrior, and yet he had fallen in the end. Though Faramir knows, as almost no others do, that there were other reasons for that fall. Then he shrugs, dismissing the thought for now and turning his attention back to her. "So then, if the horse and rider are one, and therefore the men feel is necessary to thus make blatant their masculinity--" There is humor in his voice, but he is not unkind in how he says it. "In that case, what do the women? What of your own horses?"
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Date: 2018-10-16 11:40 am (UTC)Clearly, the lack of foolishness is a quality shared by both the man and the horses he chooses. And his pleasure at having made her laugh with this tale is obvious. "Alas, he did not keep the foal, for the mare was not his--though he did charge a handsome stud fee, and watched the resulting issue with interest, claiming himself as an honorary godfather of sorts to him by virtue of his having overseen the conception." His eyes are fond, remembing his brother with love and laughter for once, and no echo of pain. "Some did challenge his masculinity thereafter, when he stuck only to geldings. But that never availed them much satisfaction, for he had but to challenge them to a duel, and there was none who could defeat him in single combat, and few even who could match him for a time."
The smile fades just a hair. Such a warrior, and yet he had fallen in the end. Though Faramir knows, as almost no others do, that there were other reasons for that fall. Then he shrugs, dismissing the thought for now and turning his attention back to her. "So then, if the horse and rider are one, and therefore the men feel is necessary to thus make blatant their masculinity--" There is humor in his voice, but he is not unkind in how he says it. "In that case, what do the women? What of your own horses?"