Satisfied that she was unharmed, he nodded fervently when she asked him for his name, kneeling down and resting his hands on his sword.
"I am Sir Karl Wilhelm Mayrdorff, at your service my Lady Ayvriel." He paused, just barely noticing the blush that appeared on her mien as she voiced her request, "It is no trouble at all, I will get you down."
He stood, considering the tree for a second with a rather confounded expression on his face. The elven maiden was just out of reach among the branches, and he certainly couldn't risk hurting her by catching her. Karl received a sudden idea and whistled sharply, prompting Geoffrey to gallop out of the treeline over to him.
The horse lovingly nuzzled his exposed face as the man lined it up beneath the woman and mounted it to give him the extra reach he so desperately needed. He stroked Geoffrey's mane to ensure that he wouldn't move.
Lifting his arms upward, he gestured for the elf to drop down out of the tree and onto him.
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