Down at the paddock is where you find yourself, seemingly early for your training lesson. by about just short of an hour. You see the stables nearby, and so you walk up towards it to see the horses.

You quietly unlock the wooden gate at the front and slip inside, gazing upon the tall horses that occupy each stall. One in particular catches your eye, a black mare. You eagerly open the dutch doors to approach the horse, leading it outside of the stables.

Mounting the horse cautiously, you slowly ride around the paddock, keeping a steady pace as you loosely hold onto the reins.

"Atta girl," you whisper excitedly to the horse, leisurely riding around before you hear a loud sound equivalent to a bang. Your head immediately turns to find the source of the sound, and you soon discover it was the main stable doors being slammed against the outer walls.

"Nila? Nila!" a distant voice shouts out the name of the very horse you’re on. With that, the horse takes off speedily without warning, sending you staggering backwards off its back and onto the ground.

You press your palm against your head and wince in pain as the sound of hurried footsteps approaches you.

Rody stops in front of you, crouching down and placing his hand over the one on your head. He speaks, his western accent dulled slightly with concern.

"You’re okay, sugar. Did you hit your head?" his eyes trace over you, silently looking for any visible injuries.