Jenny: Forced To Meddle With Horses

The Guttersnipe shot a glance over her shoulder toward the lonely hanger of trees and found it empty of Mordred. Huh. She swept back around to Domitia. "You're scared," she said bluntly, patting Concordia's neck. "That is what is making this so difficult. She's a big beast, but she'll serve you in good stead and show a pretty pair of heels when she has to. Don't be scared. On horseback, you're - you're - " she struggled for the words. "You're flying. When you're on horseback, you and your horse are power in motion. Think of that. I've seen horses save men's lives. I've seen them hurtle into the press just to stand over their fallen riders. I've seen them dance in midair, blood on their hooves. I've seen them curl up around their riders at night to keep them warm. Think of that, Domitia. You don't have anything to fear from Concordia, not even when she starts or shies or is having a bad day. You are her rider. She looks up to you. She looks to you for guidance and comfort, and she'll give it back readily. Think of that. Maybe it will help with the fits."

She gave the mare one last pat and returned to the colt. "Come on, cousin," she urged, and he was in motion almost before she was in the saddle. "Follow my lead," she called to Domitia, and began a rolling canter down the slope, weaving back and forth toward the stream.