River is quickly coming to the conclusion that horse riding is the worst.
Almost the worst.
The worst is, of course, walking through the snow.
So, second worst.
Nothing is still, every step is a new jostle, and being set up here in the saddle behind a man in full plate armor means those jostles come with a dull clang more often than not. She would prefer not. The horse, in fact, would prefer they were both off of it entirely.
"The horse is tired," she tells his back, doing her best to keep upright and separate instead of following gravity's last jostle and her own exhaustion urging her to lean forward.
somebody said road trip?
Almost the worst.
The worst is, of course, walking through the snow.
So, second worst.
Nothing is still, every step is a new jostle, and being set up here in the saddle behind a man in full plate armor means those jostles come with a dull clang more often than not. She would prefer not. The horse, in fact, would prefer they were both off of it entirely.
"The horse is tired," she tells his back, doing her best to keep upright and separate instead of following gravity's last jostle and her own exhaustion urging her to lean forward.