by Iris Dove on December 28th, 2010, 2:06 am
"I uh.. think I'll walk. You should ride for a bit. Wouldn't want you getting tired out," Kain said, and chuckled slightly. Iris nodded, walking over to the side of the pony, and grabbing the far side of the saddle. She jumped up and tried to pull herself onto the saddle, but with no luck. She tried again, still nothing.
Iris looked down, slightly embarrassed, her cheeks a pale pink. Maybe she should try something else, she thought, as she put her hands in the middle of the saddle, and pushed down on them, trying to get herself up, nothing.
Finally, she looked down again, and noticed them, stirrups! AKA stepping stones for the athletically challenged. Iris grabbed the middle of the saddle with her hands, and put her right foot in the stirrup before swinging her leg over the other side, and finally, mounting the pony successfully. Phew, she thought, thinking that she had actually managed not to make herself look too stupid, although, she did think that flying would still be a lot easier than this.
Iris gripped the reigns in both of her hands, not really knowing what to do with them. "Move!" she called, as she sat up straight in the saddle, silently willing the horse to get going before he made her look foolish, well, more so than she already did, she was sure.
Iris' eyes bore holes into the pony's dark brown mane, as it whinnied, and refused to go. "Um... please?" she asked it, willing it to go again, but getting no where fast.
Then she remembered that Kain had kicked it. Maybe that's how you get it to move? she thought, as she gave the pony a swift kick with her right leg, digging the stirrup into its side a bit. Iris hoped that she hadn't hurt it, surely the animal had feelings just like she and Kain, and certainly, it didn't really want to be carrying them around on their long journey.
Iris instantly felt bad for the pony, tears starting to well up in her ducts. Making her vision blur, and her black eyes appear glassy, maybe even momentarily grey. She didn't want to cry for the animal, surely Kain would think her soft, or an idiot for doing so, but she couldn't help it, she'd hate having to carry someone on her back all day, and receive next to nothing, if not nothing, for her hard work.
The pony, however, didn't seem to notice, or cry along with her, and she couldn't talk to it and tell it how she felt like she could do with birds. So, instead, she merely cried as silently as she could, her eyes growing puffy and red, and tears streaking down her face, as the pony walked along, its hooves clicking down against stone, as Kain walked beside it.