“You’re going about it all wrong. Calm down.”

The only thing that was even remotely calming you down was Charles’ baritone voice trying to guide you to connect with your mare. Your horse with a terrible attitude problem.

“Take the lead.”

He sighs when you stay still. “I meant take the..” Charles comes up behind you and takes your hand in his own, guiding it up to your horse’s reins for you to grab. The animal taps its feet anxiously but Charles shushes it like he was some sort of secret language that everyone decided to not teach you.

“You have her, for now anyway— try brushing her back. That worked well with Taima.”