She has to admit, she is surprised when the stranger's expression barely flickers once she reveals herself to be female. Most men cannot help at least a raised eyebrow, and some even go so far as to scoff at her or demand to speak to her husband. Even in the Riddermark, shieldmaidens are so rare as to be considered mere myths, a relic of a bygone era that no self-respecting woman would attempt to emulate in these more modern times.
He straightens in response to her looming, his broad shoulders squaring and his chin lifting, and Éomer allows herself a moment to admire the figure he cuts. Even with his odd short hair and frankly strange shaved face, he is a very handsome specimen of humanity, and she cannot be blamed for noticing what is so pleasing to look at.
Bypassing the fact that she doesn't know what a ma'am is, she cocks her head to one side and gives him a slightly incredulous look. "This is the Riddermark, Steve Rogers." She extends a hand off to the side, as if displaying the grassy plains beneath their feet in a market for a customer to admire. The horses shift behind her. "The Eastfold, to be exact."
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Date: 2019-05-13 03:40 am (UTC)He straightens in response to her looming, his broad shoulders squaring and his chin lifting, and Éomer allows herself a moment to admire the figure he cuts. Even with his odd short hair and frankly strange shaved face, he is a very handsome specimen of humanity, and she cannot be blamed for noticing what is so pleasing to look at.
Bypassing the fact that she doesn't know what a ma'am is, she cocks her head to one side and gives him a slightly incredulous look. "This is the Riddermark, Steve Rogers." She extends a hand off to the side, as if displaying the grassy plains beneath their feet in a market for a customer to admire. The horses shift behind her. "The Eastfold, to be exact."