Yup. Italian mobster. I got no clue, man. I just translate.
(He had never thought all that hard about it. Some horses had accents, some didn't. He could also talk to horses in general so this kid had become pretty good at just accepting things for what they were.)
We'll see you real soon, Valkyrie, don't worry.
(Percy speaks a certain way to horses that he doesn't humans. It's not a babying tone by any means but it's gentler, kinder, like he has an endless bout of patience in him for their behavior and an extensive wealth of kindness ready to be used. The kid was a bleeding heart sometimes and for animals most of all. That and people he cared about.
Percy merely grins. When Blackjack wanted to, he could dart through the sky like nothing. He was quick and strong and reliable. But Percy didn't have much of a competitive streak. As for Blackjack, well, he whinnied in indignation. Percy merely snorted at his horse.
For a moment, Percy merely stares after Valkyrie in subdued awe. He's enough to magical creatures that he sometimes forgot just how incredible normal animals could be too.
That's one fast horse that is.)
Yeah, he is.
(And then Blackjack took off, slamming into the sky and whirling around in an elegant loop. Flight was always going to be a little faster. He had the power of wind currents on his side but Percy knew and he was pretty sure Blackjack knew that if Blackjack were on his feet, he wouldn't have caught up with Valkyrie by a landslide. Blackjack wasn't built for speed. In the air, sure, but that was different.
They fly on ahead, clearing over the pass with ease and swooping down. Flying on Blackjack by now is second nature to Percy. The wind is fast enough that Blackjack's mane is whipped down and back rather than all over the place. He's an elegant thing. They eventually reach the rendevous point and Blackjack lands, tittering about excitedly.
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(He had never thought all that hard about it. Some horses had accents, some didn't. He could also talk to horses in general so this kid had become pretty good at just accepting things for what they were.)
We'll see you real soon, Valkyrie, don't worry.
(Percy speaks a certain way to horses that he doesn't humans. It's not a babying tone by any means but it's gentler, kinder, like he has an endless bout of patience in him for their behavior and an extensive wealth of kindness ready to be used. The kid was a bleeding heart sometimes and for animals most of all. That and people he cared about.
Percy merely grins. When Blackjack wanted to, he could dart through the sky like nothing. He was quick and strong and reliable. But Percy didn't have much of a competitive streak. As for Blackjack, well, he whinnied in indignation. Percy merely snorted at his horse.
For a moment, Percy merely stares after Valkyrie in subdued awe. He's enough to magical creatures that he sometimes forgot just how incredible normal animals could be too.
That's one fast horse that is.)
Yeah, he is.
(And then Blackjack took off, slamming into the sky and whirling around in an elegant loop. Flight was always going to be a little faster. He had the power of wind currents on his side but Percy knew and he was pretty sure Blackjack knew that if Blackjack were on his feet, he wouldn't have caught up with Valkyrie by a landslide. Blackjack wasn't built for speed. In the air, sure, but that was different.
They fly on ahead, clearing over the pass with ease and swooping down. Flying on Blackjack by now is second nature to Percy. The wind is fast enough that Blackjack's mane is whipped down and back rather than all over the place. He's an elegant thing. They eventually reach the rendevous point and Blackjack lands, tittering about excitedly.
But I'm still faster! Right Boss?)
In the air, yeah.
(Ayyyye!! What's that supposed to mean!)
Oh, nothing. Don't sweat it.