i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

The Macedonian King was well aware of that hesitance that so laced the ebony equestrian's form as he urged her forward. It seemed as if she feared his abilities to so remain perched upon her spine. He was hardly perturbed by this, however, merely finding her uncertainty and concern for his own well being endearing rather than an insult on his arguably masterful horsemanship. His heels dug into her side, encouraging the woman onwards, relying on those equestrian instincts to do that which her mortal ones so fought against. He was quite pleased when her body so obliged him, her hooves fell heavily into the ground as her pace quickened and yet, it hardly took the young woman particularly long before she had found a pace that was of comfort to her. Alexander was all too aware of the simple fact that Calliel was enjoying herself, his body moving so effortlessly with each forward gait as they moved with speed around the circumference of the dirt arena. His lips pressed together in a small simper as they moved, the man entirely willing to allow her this moment of joy before his voice ever so softly reached out to her with a softly spoken word of phrase.


Her gait slowed at his request, this time finally finding a true walk as that snort so left her nose. His calloused hands gingerly patted at her nape before he slowly sat up. His blue-green gaze glanced towards his watch, his lips pressing together with a small frown as he commented softly to himself of Anastasia's impending arrival. Alexander allowed the ebony horse to continue her slow pace around the ring, the man's attention shifted, however, in the same moment that Calliel's did, so registering the sight of the betwixing Duchess as she entered that paddock with the bridle he had requested draping over her arm. Ah, exactly on cue. Alexander scarcely had the moment, however, to urge the horse towards his Russian daughter. Instead, Calliel seemed all too eager to make her own way there, faster then he would have liked. "Woah, Calliel." He uttered as the girl slowed as she approached Anastasia, the horse clearly far more pleased than he had anticipated to see the woman - who would have thought a simple compliment could coax such a ready reaction? The Hunter could hardly help the way in which his eyes rolled as Calliel bumped her nose into that of his protege and yet, he hardly interrupted such a greeting. After all, it was better they got along then didn't, wasn't it? Especially with what he had in mind.


That brush of her nose against his leg, however, was gently pushed away though Alexander hardly held any true anger, after all, he'd known from the beginning that the young were was poorly trained. It was, after all, the reason they were here. Instead, he slid off the horse's back, his hand once again patting her neck as he moved around the horse towards Anastasia, finally seeing fit to answer the woman's idle observation. "I'm glad you like her - because she will be yours." He responded, well expecting any glimpses of puzzlement he might receive. "She's a newly turned were, her training is nonexistent but, that, my dear, is where you come in. Her name is Calliel." Alexander took the bitless bridle from Anastasia's hands, piddling with the leather ever so slightly before presenting it to the horse. "Anastasia is going to use this to lead you, I need you to put your nose in it." He stated to the young woman, gesturing with a nod of his head towards Anastasia to so mount Calliel when she saw fit.