(Day 6, LM) Living on the Edge (Expecting)

[Moto Butaj]

"Oooh." Butaj doesn't know how to feel about it that Kitaku was giving Misa rides. Probably there is no need to feel anything about it at all, except a bit of jealousy that Huludai's impressiveness has already been outbid by Gekko. Misa's closeness and tender whispering make everything better, and a more genuine, eager smile soon returns. "We can't really ignore what Princess Kitaku wants, can we?" It is his time to tease a little. His hand finds hers.

[Tonbo Misa]

"Especially not on matters of Unicorn pride Butaj-san." She squeezed his hand back a moment before slipping her hand free to reach for Huludai's saddle and finding the horn. She tugged herself up into the saddle a bit awkwardly, sitting side saddle on it.

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj doesn't understand this riding position but it looks... appealing. Very maidenly. Maybe it could work. He pulls a bit of saddlecloth from under the saddle and unfurls it, then hops on Huludai behind her. He reaches around her for the reins, giving her a frame she would not fall out of. "Is this how Misa rode with Princess Kitaku, without straddling?"

[Tonbo Misa]

Misa gave a small nod. "I held onto the horn tight and she was a bit careful. I suppose I could try putting a leg over, but I trust Butaj-san to keep me safe." She looked back to favor him with a smile.

[Moto Butaj]

"Butaj will manage. The Otaku have better horses, but not always better riders." He grins, embracing her waist with one arm and pulling her firmly against him with her side, then steers Huludai into trot, reins held with just one hand, as he feels out how she will hold in the saddle at greater speeds.

[Tonbo Misa]

Misa seemed to keep her balance well enough, the wind running through her hair making her smile. Both hands grip Huludai's saddle horn tight as they trot along.

[Moto Butaj]

Her hair fall across Butaj's chest and face as they accelerate. He takes into account that she sees with her touch so he rides at the border of wind currents, manoeuvring for her to feel how the air shifts. Soon, they are galloping, and as the summer heat draws sunsweat from their faces it is immediately taken away by the run. Butaj holds her firmly, protectively, leaning in to smell her hair which seem to be beckoning him.

[Tonbo Misa]

Misa gave a soft laugh at that, but didn't move at all in Butaj's arms, just trusting his guidance for the ride. "Butaj was so worried, but Huludai has been magnificent."

[Moto Butaj]

"He usually is, but Butaj claims the right to worry about Misa when she's in his care." He chuckles lightly as they speed up. Butaj focuses more on the ride, especially that her hair are all over him now.

[Tonbo Misa]

Misa giggled quietly again. "You may, though I am pretty good about taking care of myself too. I hope you don't worry I'm helpless."

[Moto Butaj]

"Misa is a mystery for Butaj. She doesn't see and yet she sees. Butaj worries either way, just in case. Because he cares for Misa, has some tender feelings." He grips her and the reins sronger as they speed up. He can talk only because her ear is near.

[Tonbo Misa]

Misa just smiled at that. "You have the best of reasons for worrying, I am touched. I suppose that is a part of my 'seeing', that I tend to see few things as worth worrying about. No matter what happened to me, I would go on... in this life or another, depending what happened. Accepting the good and the bad both can make worry disappear you know." She sounded softly wistful at that as they rode.

[Moto Butaj]

"So Butaj is wrong in getting attached to Misa?" He muses bemused as the wind in their faces becomes a silencer.

[Tonbo Misa]

"Wrong?" She laughed. "No no, it's never wrong to form attachments with others. I'm quite glad you have! Mmm, just that all things end eventually. It's learning to accept that fact that allows worry to not burden one so."

[Moto Butaj]

"If Butaj and Misa marry it won't end anytime soon." He chuckles and leans in to kiss the back of her head with her hair being everywhere and obscuring the kiss to the uninterested prairie dogs and weasels. "That would make Butaj's attachment quite welcome?"