[ The smell of the stables, off-putting to many, is home to Viktor. He slows a little as he passes the first stale, walking up to the door slowly but confidently. He's a stranger to many of these horses, but not to their nature—he knows better than to rush up to a huge animal and stick his fingers where they could get bitten. For now, he merely admires the horse that approaches him with cautious curiosity, and he wishes he'd brought something for her.
Hearing Talis move around brings Viktor back to the task of sitting, and he's just settling down on a hay bale when he's rejoined by the farrier. It's the most impromptu presentation Viktor has ever prepared himself for, but maybe that's what fills him with anticipation—he's going to see something new, first-hand, right where it was made. That gives an air of expertise far stronger than any academic hall could hope for. ]
They look like they've been tailored to each foot. [ He reaches out and takes one of the horseshoes, heavy in his hand but obviously well-constructed. Viktor has always been more of a theorist than a maker, but he can recognize good quality when he's running his fingers across it.
His eyes are drawn to the flipping pages, catching glimpses of both metal and beast and math. The last one is the most abstract and yet, to someone fluent in mathematics like Viktor, it's almost more concrete than the items in his hands. ]
May I? [ He trades the horseshoe for the notebook before getting a verbal response, tilting his hand so the page catches more light. ] You sign your own notes? Bit egotistical, don't you think?
[ He means for it to sound teasing, but his mind is racing through the calculations. It's so simple, so obvious, and yet no one has gotten this far before if they had even dared to start. It seems like Jayce Talis was uniquely equipped with the vision, drive, and talent to make all of this a reality—now he just needed someone with a horse that trusted a voyage into uncharted waters. ]
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[ The smell of the stables, off-putting to many, is home to Viktor. He slows a little as he passes the first stale, walking up to the door slowly but confidently. He's a stranger to many of these horses, but not to their nature—he knows better than to rush up to a huge animal and stick his fingers where they could get bitten. For now, he merely admires the horse that approaches him with cautious curiosity, and he wishes he'd brought something for her.
Hearing Talis move around brings Viktor back to the task of sitting, and he's just settling down on a hay bale when he's rejoined by the farrier. It's the most impromptu presentation Viktor has ever prepared himself for, but maybe that's what fills him with anticipation—he's going to see something new, first-hand, right where it was made. That gives an air of expertise far stronger than any academic hall could hope for. ]
They look like they've been tailored to each foot. [ He reaches out and takes one of the horseshoes, heavy in his hand but obviously well-constructed. Viktor has always been more of a theorist than a maker, but he can recognize good quality when he's running his fingers across it.
His eyes are drawn to the flipping pages, catching glimpses of both metal and beast and math. The last one is the most abstract and yet, to someone fluent in mathematics like Viktor, it's almost more concrete than the items in his hands. ]
May I? [ He trades the horseshoe for the notebook before getting a verbal response, tilting his hand so the page catches more light. ] You sign your own notes? Bit egotistical, don't you think?
[ He means for it to sound teasing, but his mind is racing through the calculations. It's so simple, so obvious, and yet no one has gotten this far before if they had even dared to start. It seems like Jayce Talis was uniquely equipped with the vision, drive, and talent to make all of this a reality—now he just needed someone with a horse that trusted a voyage into uncharted waters. ]