#doodlin

“I was handling it,” the champion huffs as Galihwyn leads the two of them through the gates back to the armory. “Some handling that looked like,” Galihwyn teases. “It’s a good thing you handle your horse better than that. Our Lady had to send me to your aid.” Elysandr grunts and reaches up to slam the visor of Galihwyn’s helmet down, earning a hearty laugh from the redhead. “You damn brute,” Elysandr grumbles, placing his helmet on its stand before beginning to undo his gauntlets.