44 Winter, 512
Alea sat rigidly on Beast's back, gently urging the Gilding forward through the forest. She wasn't entirely sure why she brought him everywhere if she hardly ever rode him... but he had a history of making riding...difficult. Still, if she was going to continue to keep him and feed him, it was time he made himself useful. She imagined she could keep him under control if she did not let him go to fast.
She could feel him fidgeting under her, which she took to be indicative of him being about to throw her. So she clung more tightly with her legs, and gripped the reins tighter, determined to stay on the stubborn horse. This only caused Beast to go faster, which she knew was another danger sign. She tugged back on the reins in an effort to slow him down and keep him at a pace she could control, which seemed to work at first, but then he stopped completely, and even took a step backwards.
Alea could feel herself becoming more and more tense. She simply did not know how to control this monster! And quite frankly...it frightened her. She was about to lose her own self-control and violently shake the reigns and dig her heels into his flank, but before she could carry out such actions, the Gilding abruptly sat down.
Alea instinctively squeeze her legs around the horse in an effort to not slide off his back. But with every tick she slipped a bit, and slowly she slid down his back until her rump gently landed on the forest floor behind him.
She had to let go of the reigns in order to stand, and as soon as she did so, Beast stood up as well and placidly walked onward into the forest. She dashed to his head where she could take hold of the reigns. He looked at her with indifferent eyes, and when she tried to pull him to a stop so she could mount him again, he merely snorted and shook his head, continuing to pick his way leisurely through the underbrush.
Alea debated the rewards and costs of fighting with him, and in the end decided that she had also had enough riding for a day. It was much safer on her own two feet, though eventually she would get this animal to listen to her.
After walking about half a bell through the apparent tranquility of the forest, Alea hear the sound of running water. Since something of the sort was just what she had been looking for, she guided Beast toward the sound. Soon, a modest creek came into view. In a few moments, she had spotted a large nearby rock which would make a pleasant place to sit while she did what she came here to do. Beast immediately and implacably headed for the stream, where he bent his head and began to quench his thirst.
Shrugging, Alea moved toward the saddlebags he carried and fetched her fishing pole and other gear she would need. Taking her supplies over to the rock, and leaving her horse to his own devices, she situated herself in a comfortable sitting position, with her supplies within easy access around her. Putting a bit of bait on the hook, she cast it into the water. Then she drove the pole into the dirt at her feet, leaned back, and closed her eyes, relaxing until something disturbed her.