The man, this Steven Rogers, lists names that she assumes are supposed to be locations, but she has never heard of a single one of them. Though she could never have been accused of being a studious child, one lesson that Éomer had always loved was geography. The idea that lands in some far-flung corner of the world were just out there, waiting for her to explore them, had always inflamed her curiosity and imagination, and she had spent countless hours as she grew older poring over old maps, wherever she could. She feels fairly confident she could draw the entire map of Arda with her eyes closed, if pressed, and nowhere on its surface is any place named Asgard or America.
She narrows her eyes at him, taking in every detail of his appearance now that she is not distracted by fighting. What an odd man.
Passing her spear off to Éothain beside her, she swings one leg over Firefoot's neck and slides easily off his back to land on her feet in one smooth, practiced motion, and then takes a few steps closer to the man, reaching up to lift off her helmet as she does. It is easier to speak to someone without it, and part of her wants to see his face when he realizes he is speaking to a woman.
"And where do you propose to do that?" she asks, making no move to hide the fact that they are nearly of a height and she can still look down her nose at him. "These are dark times, and succor is not an easy thing to find."
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Date: 2019-05-13 03:12 am (UTC)She narrows her eyes at him, taking in every detail of his appearance now that she is not distracted by fighting. What an odd man.
Passing her spear off to Éothain beside her, she swings one leg over Firefoot's neck and slides easily off his back to land on her feet in one smooth, practiced motion, and then takes a few steps closer to the man, reaching up to lift off her helmet as she does. It is easier to speak to someone without it, and part of her wants to see his face when he realizes he is speaking to a woman.
"And where do you propose to do that?" she asks, making no move to hide the fact that they are nearly of a height and she can still look down her nose at him. "These are dark times, and succor is not an easy thing to find."