Gilan's POV
Gilan was having a rather nice day. He was riding back from dealing with a group of thieves in Meric Fief. It was a rather easy mission. As was usual he walked out of the trees and said "Kings Ranger drop your weapons." All five bandits dropped their knives and swords, and were escorted to jail. Gilan was interrupted by Blaze.
There is a nice looking horse coming over.
Gilan patted Blaze and without straightening he whispered to her. Looking as if he was calming his mount, he patted her on the neck.
"Good Blaze, now where is the horse?"
Galloping toward us through the trees.
Gilan looking at the trees and soon saw a horse with a bright chestnut coat. The horse who Gilan identified as a she looked panicking.
She wants us to save her owner
Gilan was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of two men and a girl in the forest. He quickly and quietly led blaze to the edge of the trees and dismounted. "Stay Blaze." Blaze came as close as a horse could to a raised eyebrow.
I would like to say the same thing
Gilan ever wondering if he would ever get the last word in a conversation with his horse crept away and up a tall tree.
He came just in time to see the girl flip over a bandit and smack him unconscious. She new her weapons it seemed to Gilan, but she looked out of practice. Gilan raised his eyebrows in wonder as he was thinking of how she managed to do that while out of practice. He decided never to get on her bad side. Gilan realized with a small start that the bandit was about to kill the girl with his sword. Gilan leapt from the tree and shot the bandit through the chest for a killing shot. The Bandit fell down, dead. Gilan ran forward as the girl began to fall. Her eyes were filled with relief and terror at the same time. Gilan realized he needed to tell her it was fine, and he wasn't here to hurt her. "It's going to be ok." Trying to sound comforting as possible. That seemed to put her more on the relief side, before she fell into unconsciousness.
Gilan felt the chestnut horse creep closer to the girl. "It's going to be ok," Gilan told the horse, who he marked as the girls. Gilan finally rook notice of a crossbow, a quiver filled with arrows, and his eyebrows came up as he saw the box filled with Poisons. Gilan looked with renewed interest of the girl on the ground. She was either a thief who stole them, or a Genovian Assassin. No he corrected himself. Girls can't be assassins there. She must be traveling to sell them. Gilan realized he had been standing there staring at her. He cursed himself for being rude, and gently lifted her up on the chestnut horses saddle. He saw the horses name plate WILDFIRE. The horse reminded Gilan of a ranger horse, with how calm and connected to the owner it was. Gilan tied her in a way so she would stay on, and if she woke up she would be able to move around comfortably. Gilan sighed as he finished his work. He just knotted his spare halter on WildFire and held the rope with one of his hands while he sat on Blaze. Luckily, he was only five minutes from his cottage.
Blaze trotted over after to the front of the cottage. Gilan quickly dismounted and tied WildFire to a nearby post. He whined as Gilan untied the ropes that held her and scooped her up. "I'm just trying to help her, it's ok" The horse seemed to understand, and stopped whining. But, he never took his eyes of her.
Gilan lifted her up the stairs into his spare room. He took of her boots and socks of and she groaned, as he was about to leave he paused uncertain at the door. Then just shrugged and left. Ready to sort through his stack of papers.