Lys: Free Of Skirts

Aithne rolled her eyes in exasperation. It was only her place in the Roman world that had kept her from making her skirts more managable. The Guttersnipe was her own person, but Aithne had more rules to follow. She thought trouble would come if she didn't manage to comport herself in a certain manner.

Then again, this was hardly a normal position. She gladly arranged her skirt and found it much easier to mount for doing so. "Why didn't you mention this sooner?" she asked wryly. Taking the reins from the Guttersnipe, she managed to move the mare a little away from the colt. Concordia was a quiet thing, but she held no love for whippersnappers who capered about.

For a brief moment, a near-crippling headache assaulted her, and she clutched her head. But it passed as quickly as it had come, and she raised her head again, looking to the Guttersnipe. "Ready when you are."