Leti found it interesting that the man sought out Dira when stressed. It wasn't the most unusual thing she'd ever heard, but it certainly wasn't common either. He was probably from a city that worshiped her more than most would. She was a bit embarrassed having scared him as such with a simple observation. The thought of having to put a horse down for having bad teeth seemed monstrous to her. She made a mental note to be extra careful when putting the bit in when she had to do it on her own. Then he told her that it was time to get on the horse. She gulped, and fought down the rising nervousness once more. She stepped up, sliding her left foot into the leather strap. She'd slipped her arm through the reins, knowing full well that if she had a grip on them, and did something wrong, instinct would be to tug at them. With her right hand she reached up to the nobbly horn on the saddle and gripped it tight. She bounced on the ball of her right foot a few times, then sprang upwards with both thighs. She felt her weight shift as she rose, and her foot slipped a bit in the stirrup. Panicking, her leg barely cleared the horse as it swung over, her grip on the horn so tight her hand was glowing white. But she'd managed to not yank on the reins. Now that she was up here, it didn't seem as bad. She had always been tall, but this certainly was a different feeling. She wondered if this was how some gods felt, always looking down on the people below. Tightening her stomach and back muscles, she straightened her posture. It was one aspect of this she could excel at, since proper posture was needed for nearly all aspects of her trainings. She slipped her right foot into the other stirrup and readjusted her left. Then she smiled, for now, she was on a horse. |