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Num stretches out, tilting his head back against the mare behind him; a faint grunt of effort or relaxation comes from him after a moment. Shuurga gives an equine snort, then states phlegmatically, "The future is ever uncertain, even moreso when war is involved. A fair start this may have been, but the mountains are ever treacherous, and battle even moreso."
At Daryun's look -- not to mention his comment about 'talking to horses' -- Num gives a small, quiet, tolerant smile; the horse against which he leans snorts in a very equine laugh. The exchange between Sechen and the self-proclaimed 'son of Erlik' makes the unarmored Mongol's eyes tighten a bit, but Orda is clearly ready to defend his sister and her honor. Though his bow is immediately to hand, Num needn't reach for a weapon ... but with his eyes on Daryun, he listens and listens well. He meant what he said, he opinions telepathically to the mare, but I have to admit I don't know if he didn't realize that 'son of Jochi' and 'daughter of Jochi' meant that they were siblings. Slow of mind if so, no matter how much of a braggart he is. Shuurga gives a big snort of amusement, then speaks in her mellow alto voice. You are, in fact, talking to a horse, Daryun son of Erlik. But you are not the only one here with a god's blood running through their veins. Some say that Temüjin of the Borjigins, the Chinggis Khaan, born on Burkhan Khaldun, is descended of Tengri himself, which would mean that Orda and Sechen, children of Jochi son of Temüjin of the Borjigin tribe, both have the blood of a god in them. My master is Erkliğ, son of Jirqo'adai, in whose line runs the blood of Erkliğ Han, god of the Far Deep Sky." Presuming Daryun is actually looking over, Num gives a nod of acknowledgement to the broad-shouldered bare-chested man. "Were I you, Lord Daryun, continues the horse, "I would not be so certain of your skin's unbreakability. Son of a god you may be, but you must also be son of a woman, hmm? Perhaps you have only challenged yourself against lesser individuals." To Orda, she nickers in greeting, then speaks. "He was taking care of his herd, of course. This place is not good for so many, but as we move on tomorrow ... well, the Hundred Years of Hay feeds more than just Num's mounts. We have found some that have been underfed of late, and they eat their fill as well." To Sechen the horse gives a very respectful bob of her head -- several bobs, actually; as a wind-horse herself, she knows the value of keeping close one who can speak to the spirit world. "The cold weather harms neither Num, myself, nor Ukhaanti much," she states, the third one mentioned being Num's white-and-blue eagle, known to the shamans as a manifestation of his memory-bearing sünesün ruhu water-soul, much as she herself is the manifestation of Num's personality-bearing sülde ruhu wind-soul. "But there is a difference between being harmed and being comfortable. Lord Daryun certainly claims to be comfortable, but my master knows the difference between a blanket of snow and a blanket of felt." |
