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Message: <blockquote data-quote="JustinCase" data-source="post: 8528191" data-attributes="member: 6776182">Caerth walks up to the horse he is given. He approaches the proud roan directly, locking eyes to show his intent. There is a gentleness in the half-orc, but it is easy to miss beneath the almost menacing assertiveness he uses to pat the creature's nose in greeting.He whispers a few words in the druidic language; the horse will not understand their meaning but will get the idea. The half-orc is a creature of the wilds, one who will defend animals but expects a similar treatment in return.The whole encounter takes only a few heartbeats, but already Caerth feels the horse understands him."Autumn Storm," he decides upon a name, regardless of whether it has been named before. It neighs in recognition. The druid then mounts and only then realizes the conversation about spells."I've got a few tricks," he says without going into detail. Then his owl Screech makes its familiar sound as it flies overhead, and Caerth grins. "And so does he."[ooc]I'll update my spells soon; haven't done before.[/ooc]</blockquote>