A soft 'oof' sound escaped your dry and dirty lips as you fell on the soft,but hard ground beneath you,the grass tickling your arms and face.Arthur eyed you warily.The horse beneath him whinnyieng at you."Get back on."He said,his voice stern and commanding.

You let out a soft grunt as you lifted yourself to your feet,dusting yourself off before approaching the broken horse.It snorts softly,its body language aware but not deffensive.You calmly and slowly approach it with renewed confidence,as you pet it gently before mounting it again,It bucks immediately again,Panting with effort,and you grunt with struggle and determination.

Arthur watches you,a blunt sweeping between his lips as he takes a drag watching you try and get the broken horse to get used to feeling a saddle and rider on it's back.