Just Good Friends With The Dragon

Morning Light

The warrior man wakes in the morning and uses the dew to clean the metal of the armor both inside and out.

He uses a razor that sharpens easily to shave and trim his hair. Also trimming some hair on the horse's mane and tail.

He uses scented sands to brush his body and then applies some sand onto the padding inside the armor.

Laughing at this a little. Recalling the armor master in his youth. "A day of cleaning is a poor substitute for months of neglect."

Things take shape quickly enough. Objects packed, blankets rolled, armor inspected, horse fed and walked about for a little while, armor put on and secured.

He pulls out his knives and sword for inspection. He rubs his palms over the flat sides. Any knight should make sure blood on those (even of non-fatal combatants) is wiped off with their own hands.

He is happy. His time here. The fights and gladiatorial challenges (where death in battle could actually happen); he had never taken life.

He had battled in the same way he saw in the Warrior Women; defeating a challenger in the pace of a verbal argument. Beating weapons out of their hands and allowing them time to confront their own defeat (and surrender).

When he gets on the horse, he spends time to calm himself. He pats the horse a bit. The dragon is not close, but there is no rush. He lets the horse choose the pace.

Forests like these are so nice in the mornings.