It was a short ride and Kate slowed as they came into town. It was far busier here- bustling, even. People on horses, the occasional carriage, many people on foot. A few street vendors, a road full of shops. This was one of the many roads that made up the harbor town they lived by, and Kate seemed to know it quite well. She got the occasional side eye for wearing pants, but most of the locals seemed like they were used to her antics, even if they disapproved. If they had a bone to pick with her, it usually ended with them having a black eye, so they kept well out of her path. She glanced around lightly. She seemed to be enjoying herself, a faint smile on her face. It softened her features, and made her look far less threatening. Pretty, maybe.

He had been here most of two days before he was assigned a horse but most of it was in the town hall and by the waterfront. He looked over all of the heads, it was far different than England. Not just because of the looks, everything was new, fresh. Exciting even sometimes. But he also had a lot of room for memories. Filling in for one's he'd like to be rid of. They said the extra soldiers would most likely go back to England but truthfully, Sam didn't intend on leaving. He drew his mind away, turning to Kate. He watched her, about to speak but got caught up staring for a moment. He cleared his throat. "So, you would happen to know where the Boat-front Inn is?" He asked, glancing around, he got some pretty weird looks. He figured most of them were because he was English. He clenched his jaw.

"I've lived here my whole life, I'm quite sure I know my way around." Kate scoffed, picking up a slow trot and making her way to the end of the road, weaving through her hometown easily. Eventually they got to the harbor, and there was a line of shops and vendors that faced the water. One of those was the Boat-front Inn. She stopped in front of it, turning to sit side saddle and stretch. "Your destination." She said sarcastically, looking up at him a little boredly. He was quite nice looking. Or would be, if he wasn't English. She shook her head slightly and glanced at the Inn.

He tilted his head down, slightly embarrassed by the sass filled remark, he hadn't intended it that way. He stayed quiet the rest of the way there. "Thsnk you, that was quite fast." He smiled, sliding off of Zeph's back, Sam tied him to a post and hopped up the stairs and into the inn, his books clunked on the steps. Ish a few minutes later he came out with another bag and a rather large prey bird on his shoulder. Its head was up above Sam's when resting on his shoulder by half a foot. It had off-white plumage, each feather was laced with a lovely darker but very matching rose gold. He untied Zeph, coming around his side. Sam made some shooing gesture and the bird flew off, he climbed onto Zeph, turning him around.

"No problem. Haven't got much else to do, so." Kate shrugged lightly, toying briefly with her braid and sitting back correctly on her horse. She looked up as she heard the recognizable sound of his boots, her mouth dropping open slightly. Her eyes followed the bird as it flew off, closing her mouth and giving him a shocked glance. "He's gorgeous." She said, the tone of surprise thick in her voice.

He put the pack on his saddle, tying it on quickly. He smiled up at the look of flabbergastedness and awe on her face. He fixed the reins in his right hand again. "His name is Jubilee, he's a Golden Saker Falcon(google it)." He smiled in amusement. "And he does follow me, he comes back." He gave her a mischievous look. Ready to go back now.

Kate shook her head, letting out a small whistle. "You're one... special redcoat, Lieutenant Thatcher." She smiled, spinning Aristotle around and letting him take up a fast trot, since he seemed restless. "How old are you, Thatcher?" She called lightly over her shoulder, glancing at him.

He gave a playful glare at her, it sounded strange when she said his name. He eased Zephyr into the same pace, though his looked a little closer to a canter. He had a bit more mass than the light horse. Sam fluidly moved with the trot. He looked up, it'd been a while since he'd thought about that. He picked up the pace, setting Zeph in a quicker canter to catch up, once they eere about side-by-side, he matched the horse's speeds up. "About 24." He said finally, looking up at her.

"Had to think about it?" Kate teased, tilting her head at him as they started onto the main road leading back to the house. "24 is young to be a Lieutenant. How'd you manage it?" She asked lightly, curious. She liked knowing about people.

"It hasn't been very long but I don't need to remember that all the time." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I managed it by being skilled at what I do. They say I'm strategic and an out of the box thinker." He looked ahead, between Zephyrs ears. "The decision was made for me by a captain who knew my father well, in hopes I'd followed in his footsteps. General Thatcher." His voice grew a little unpleasantly toned when he mentioned his father.