>>5944259And an adorable one at that.
>>5944272I heard that from some traveller from Nottingham that knights in Bretagne had such winged mounts, this silly englishman was probably never there, Bretagne has only inbred celts, poor fields and an awful wine, hah !
>>5944318>>5944320>>5944762>>5944812You are a wise man dear bannerman, a well read man even, you gain 10xp for your wisdom.
>>5944838A sad day indeed, but with less mudcore the ill effects of it, like not being able to ride a flying mount, could be mitigated.
>>5944970>>5944980This should be debated in an abbey, we should assemble a whole chapter of Benedictan monks to discuss about these horses.
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You decided to take a closer look at the beast. You liked horses and seeing a such beautiful specimen was rare. It was built like a destrier and very big, but it was swift too. And it's immaculate white coat was incredible. Coloured horses were costlier it is why, as a third son, you had a simple but trustworthy brown mare, Pâquerette, as your palfrey and a young brown male horse, Pissenlit, as your destrier. But even your warhorse paled in comparison of this calm and powerful Pegasus who looked at you placidly. He reacted well to your caresses and you ordered a servant to bring an apple to feed it. You stroked the horse's muzzle, and looked at it's wings. They were soft but beautiful, you imagined yourself flying, caught by them, in the sky, near the angels of God and the birds. Yes, the birds were a particularly precious animal and their meat was delicate because they lived in the sky, near God, so this white horse should be very noble indeed.
You, yourself, on your family crest, had a golden horse, gold was the colour of pure white (and had nothing to do with yellow who was the color of treachery), the color of the halos of the saints, a very pure and godly colour. But white was like gold in nature, and this flying horse carried itself like it was the most noble of beasts. It was right, since this horse with wings could only be the most noble of beast, an animal of legend, above the others. It mirrored you, it was a lord amongst horses.
You were still playing with the beast, who was gentle but dignified, and liked the attention that you gave him. It was at this moment that you saw Rose arriving, she had taken a quite heavy coat with her dress and told you.
-Charles, you should dress warmly too, if you want to fly, it is very cold up there.
Cold ? Strange, it should be closer to the sun, so hot. But you trusted her. You thanked her and patter a bit on the neck of the horse, who neighed joyfully, while you took a heavy mutton coat.
