[Dirk's gaze shifts to the planter with hardly any movement--what slight lowering of his head is included comes only a couple seconds after he's already looking. Horses have a massive visual field, you see.
Besides, the act of walking over is in itself a chance to show off. Speed and power is good, but there's more to life than what you do. It's what you are. And he's fucking awesome. Awesome in the old sense of the word, that is. The solid sound of his hooves on the street is satisfying in a way that transcends description--sweeter than the choirs of heaven, the music of the god damn sublime.
Where was he? Oh, right. Getting the bag is pretty easy. He has a horn, which he just slips under the bag strap before lifting his head again. The bag slides down its length and hangs neatly off to one side, which it now occurs to him could look pretty stupid if he weren't performing a stunning feat of equine dexterity. Also, he's doing her a favour. So whatever. Really, he's just impressed it didn't immediately catch fire.]
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Well. It's a pretty simple request. Why not. He's feeling magnanimous.
Besides, the act of walking over is in itself a chance to show off. Speed and power is good, but there's more to life than what you do. It's what you are. And he's fucking awesome. Awesome in the old sense of the word, that is. The solid sound of his hooves on the street is satisfying in a way that transcends description--sweeter than the choirs of heaven, the music of the god damn sublime.
Where was he? Oh, right. Getting the bag is pretty easy. He has a horn, which he just slips under the bag strap before lifting his head again. The bag slides down its length and hangs neatly off to one side, which it now occurs to him could look pretty stupid if he weren't performing a stunning feat of equine dexterity. Also, he's doing her a favour. So whatever. Really, he's just impressed it didn't immediately catch fire.]