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[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

Who: Boromir & you.
What: Horse riding and stopping to chat to whoever he meets.
Where: Around the less central areas of Baedel.
When: Veerdi morning.
Warnings: None.

Boromir has had a lifetime of early rises and can be found up before the birds most mornings, unless the birds were actually unspeakable horrors that trawl around at night, and then he has to be up earlier still.

No one who actually knows him would be surprised to see him awake at the wee hours, saddling his horse and preparing for a slow, easy ride around the calmer areas of the city to get the creature accustomed to hustle and bustle. The horse in question was a fine specimen, somewhat broken but unused to crowds or being ridden on a regular basis.

It wouldn't be too unusual, in the moments it seems the most skittish, to hear the rider humming or else singing a little in Sindarin.

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[kiss_evilgoodbye]

There is a guy on a horse.

Buffy is still learning her way around. The city is not an easy one to navigate, but she's learning, and she's on foot to boot, drawing a mental map in her head as she wanders around the city. Safe to say, it is like nowhere she's ever been before -- magically transported or otherwise -- and she's learning quickly.

She has to. If you don't, in her experience, you tend to get dead.

She is making her way through one of the less crowded areas when she finds the aforementioned guy on a horse. And she just stands there in surprise for a moment. Of all the things she's expecting -- guy on a horse is not one of them. She continues to stare, completely in Horse Guy's way.

She hopes he's a nice guy on a horse, at least.

[aviophobia]

What is with this place and people on horses? It seems to be a pattern, and while patterns are comforting to the human mind, etc etc etc, this is a weird pattern to develop.

Of course, this is also a city with miniature PADDs for communication devices and honest to god stitches coexisting, so weird is probably going to be a factor regardless.

He's out for an early morning jog now, more to burn off the excess energy that's been building up than to exercise, and he stops for a moment, and watches.

Horses. Honestly.

[suninhades]

Sometime notably after dawn - and this startlingly late for the otherwise nocturnal guild leader - Integra makes her way from the southmost part of the city's farmlands back up to Sobek Croix, her horse all but flying over the ground. She doesn't often have time to go killing time out in the middle of nowhere; she should be asleep, or working, but unlike certain members of her staff, she actually needs fresh air.

She slows when she sees another rider, both polite and aware.

[toooldforlosing]

Here, man on a horse, have a cowboy.

Raylan feels like a cliche, some days, working out his frustrations about imprisonment by running and working out. But he was still looking for a job, and a better place to live, and a way out. (Not in that order.) And though all three take energy, they aren't great outlets for his temper. Physical activity is best for that, with drinking a close second. Running was best in the early morning or at dusk, and he is a morning person when he isn't hungover, so he runs.

He slows up as he sees Boromir; a man on a horse isn't so unusual, but it's not what he's used to. Still, he raises a friendly hand in greeting.

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

The man on the horse is a familiar face. Cindy remembers Boromir from the ant mission and even though they haven't spoken any since then, she never forgets a face. Her walk over the shoe store for another boring workday is a long one and Cindy has nothing but time to say hello.

"Who does a girl have to blow with to get a ride around here?" Not quite a hello in the classic sense of the term, but this is Cindy after all.