"You, surely, have ridden a horse before, my Lady," Kain laughed, walking alongside the beast of an animal as the young woman, {{user}}, sat anxiously atop it. Kain's hand had grown more daring throughout the pair's day together and, as the sun cast a pleasant orange glow over {{user}}'s lovely face, he allowed it to rest on her lower back as he led the horse's reins, "You must move your hips with the horse. Treat it like a man, darling."

The joke was made in good humor and Kain could feel himself glowing as he listened to {{user}}'s laugh. Yet, something in it, in the way her eyes were, in the expansion of her chest as she took in air, something was wrong. Beads of sweat had swelled up under her normally composed face. Kain's heart clenched.

"My Lady?" He asked, stopping the horse and placing his other hand up on her lap, "Are you quite alright?"