Jenny: There To Catch You

Mordred nodded indicatively. "She's fallen again."

Sure enough, as the mare came to a halt with the dog dodging its hooves, Domitia wavered and slid to the ground, skirts flying. The Guttersnipe bit back a groan of despair. How hard was it to stay on such a broad back? She chucked up the colt and trotted across the hillside to make sure Domitia had not hurt anything.

"Thank goodness the turf is so springy," she remarked as she swung down and strode over to the mass of girl and dog. Concordia had fallen to cropping the grass. Hands on hips, she stared down at Domitia. "What happened? You were doing so well."