Avery’s eyes narrowed at him, disregarding whatever compliment he’d just thrown her way. He seemed extremely unperturbed at her sudden (or not so sudden) harshness; she’d have supposed a man like him - dressed as he was, well-groomed as he seemed - wouldn’t take too kindly to a bit of lip from someone clearly below his station. Then again, she’d met men who would have merely shrugged and been on their merry way instead of helping her out of the water. There was more that Avery thought she wanted to think over, but now certainly wasn’t the time.
He did, however inadvertently, bring up her next predicament: transportation. That death trap of a cart wouldn’t even stand being put back together by magic. It’d likely fall apart again and Avery wasn’t willing to try her luck again. She sighed pursing her lips and looking at the cart’s horse who had miraculously stayed on the bridge. Two different paths started to unfold themselves in front of her and Avery didn’t like either of them: She could take this man up on whatever other solution he might offer (if he was going to), or risk riding bareback on a horse she barely knew in soaking wet clothes (the drying spells were taking their sweet time today). She hated both options, but seeing as this man had thus far rescued her once today, that was the path she should take. The warming charms would only last so long.
“I conveniently picked an extremely hard-to-access village to move into. Besides,” She realized with a grimace as the horse appeared over her shoulder with a huff of warm air against her cheek. “I’ll need to return the horse before I think about trying to find a way home.” Fuck. Her free hand drifted up to take the reins resting on the horse’s back. She just wanted to be home and dry, but God apparently had different plans for her today.
He did, however inadvertently, bring up her next predicament: transportation. That death trap of a cart wouldn’t even stand being put back together by magic. It’d likely fall apart again and Avery wasn’t willing to try her luck again. She sighed pursing her lips and looking at the cart’s horse who had miraculously stayed on the bridge. Two different paths started to unfold themselves in front of her and Avery didn’t like either of them: She could take this man up on whatever other solution he might offer (if he was going to), or risk riding bareback on a horse she barely knew in soaking wet clothes (the drying spells were taking their sweet time today). She hated both options, but seeing as this man had thus far rescued her once today, that was the path she should take. The warming charms would only last so long.
“I conveniently picked an extremely hard-to-access village to move into. Besides,” She realized with a grimace as the horse appeared over her shoulder with a huff of warm air against her cheek. “I’ll need to return the horse before I think about trying to find a way home.” Fuck. Her free hand drifted up to take the reins resting on the horse’s back. She just wanted to be home and dry, but God apparently had different plans for her today.
