Great. Can you start?
Anthony urged his horse faster, the galloping of its hooves like a song of sorts. He closed his eyes a moment, breathing in the scent of the forest.
Thea was walking in the forest, holding a few rabbits in her thin but strong arms. It had been a mediocre hunt, so she was annoyed already, but when she heard the sound of hooves, she hid behind a tree, dropping her rabbits. Her brother?! Or just a stupid traveller?
Anthony didn't see the rabbits, trampling right over them and not even slowing. His horse snorted, smelling the elf that he didn't see. He slowed, coming to a stop.
(Just a note, the elves do have a language. When an elf speaks their language, instead of having it in quotes ("), either do stars (*) or dashes (-).)
Thea peered around the tree as she heard the noise of the horse'd hooves recede. However, when she noticed her game trampled into the ground, her eyes narrowed. "Hey! Come back!" she yelled at the figure growing ever further away.
Anthony turned his horse around and gazed at her, frowning. "Can I help you miss?" He asked, before he noticed the trampled game and winced. He slid off his horse and gave a bow. "My deepest appologies, my lady. It was an accident. I didn't see it."
"I spent ages getting that!" she hissed. "You should have been watching where you were going!"
Anthony sighed. "I'm very sorry. Shall I make it up to you?" He asked, hoping maybe he could hunt for her and get her to be happy again.
"And how would you do that?!" she spat.
"Well I happen to be a pretty good hunter myself..." Anthony began. "And if that's not what you want, I might have some gold to give you..."
"I don't want your gold!" she laughed. "And I bet you can't even shoot."
"I can too." Anthony told her. "I could split an arrow if my life depended on it."
"Prove it, pretty boy!" she challenged, folding her arms.
"On what?" Anthony asked, a little angered at the way she spoke to him, but he pushed that back. "If you want me to hunt, I'll hunt."
"Hunt then!" she sighed impatiently. "Go off on your mangy pony and find some supper."
(He's already gotten off his horse. I said that.)
(He could get back on it?)
(No, he got off his horse and he wouldn't have gotten back on it.)
(See what you mean.)
"Hunt then!" she sighed impatiently. "Go off with your mangy pony and find some supper."