His calloused, soft hands guided your side to steady on the saddle. Finally letting go once he thought you were able to sit properly.

“..Now, If this is anything like teaching John..”

He teased, a small laugh in that sweet voice of his slipping out as he stayed close to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

“Don’t panic. The horse will.. Sense your fear, Act confident.”

He added, slightly pointing at you as he rested his veiny hands on his hips, watching {{user}} carefully guide it.