Daichi listened as Briar and Kael talked, having been startled out of the half-dose he’d slipped into by the conversation. It was too easy to relax, riding quite calmly in the warm sun with people he trusted and his piebald Kuma needing very little of his attention; Kuma followed his friends, and those were the other ponies of Thayet's Dogs.
He was almost disappointed to hear talk of the trainees, socially awkward as he was; that meant getting to know more people and probably avoiding dangerous questions. Or plain annoying ones, like the one about the scar on his lip. He touched it gently. It was not anything special, just a stupid mistake made by a stupid kid who didn’t understand how to properly care for a horse. If it’d been something cool, like if he’d gotten it in a fight where he’d barely scraped by alive… that would be different.
They did need fresh recruits. He turned to look back at the ponies behind them, dragging the corpses of their respective owners. It was a pitiful sight and it made his stomach turn over painfully. Sonja and he had been particularly close, being that she had been around longer than he had and was apt to mother. She’d been one of the reasons he’d found his place with the Riders so quickly. He would miss her terribly… somehow being 24 felt too old, as if any minute he’d wind up there being pulled by his Kuma, the stout gelding hanging his head in despair.
Kuma shuddered beneath him, as if he could feel Daichi’s terror. Which he probably could. Daichi sighed and then patted his thick, strong neck reassuringly. “I am fine, old friend,” he whispered.
Hearing Kael’s offer, Daichi called out, “If you need help, I can also offer my assistance.” His deep voice was solemn and all too serious, as always; but then what else could you expect from one with Yamani blood? Tortall’s new Queen did not count (in his respectful opinion).

