Steven's lesson began with the care and keeping of his horse. Éomer showed him how to bridle him, how to saddle him, how to check his hooves for debris, how to groom him, how to speak to him, and the basic commands every rider learns to communicate with their horse.
Only after he could manage those to her satisfaction, did she allow him to actually ride the great beast. Thankfully, for Steven's ego, he is a fast learner, impressing her though she did not voice it, and it feels like it doesn't take long at all before he is carefully cantering through the training course. Leaving him and Arroch to their own devices, Éomer turns her attention to the rest of her riders, putting them a much more intensive training regimen without any hint of mercy for their pounding heads. They should know better than to drink so heavily at all, especially in times like these.
As the éored trains together, Éomer watches Steven approach, that large shield of his finally sliding off his back as he twists to stretch the muscles in his back. She tries not to be too obvious about her staring, but she can't help herself. He is a fine specimen of a man, after all.
"I want to see how you fight without that hammer or that shield," she confesses. It has little to do with real training, and certainly none to do with his horse, but still. She's curious.
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Date: 2019-05-15 04:19 am (UTC)Only after he could manage those to her satisfaction, did she allow him to actually ride the great beast. Thankfully, for Steven's ego, he is a fast learner, impressing her though she did not voice it, and it feels like it doesn't take long at all before he is carefully cantering through the training course. Leaving him and Arroch to their own devices, Éomer turns her attention to the rest of her riders, putting them a much more intensive training regimen without any hint of mercy for their pounding heads. They should know better than to drink so heavily at all, especially in times like these.
As the éored trains together, Éomer watches Steven approach, that large shield of his finally sliding off his back as he twists to stretch the muscles in his back. She tries not to be too obvious about her staring, but she can't help herself. He is a fine specimen of a man, after all.
"I want to see how you fight without that hammer or that shield," she confesses. It has little to do with real training, and certainly none to do with his horse, but still. She's curious.