Nardol glanced at the woman with annoyance as he continued to brush the horse. But she continued to stand there as if expecting some response to her prattle. After a long silence, he said quickly, "The name means 'flashfoot' in your quaint Westron tongue. And he is better than many."
He whispered a quiet word in Quenya and Rustal snorted, stamped, then reared up, pawing the air with his hooves. Returning to the ground, he pranced about causing the woman to step back, then swung his head about striking Aislan's shoulder. The woman tripped and stumbled backward in the dirt.
A faint smile appeared on Nardol's face. "He is ill-tempered at times as well," he added. Turning his back on the woman, he returned to brushing down his steed.
[ December 19, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ]
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
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