Fall 30th, 514
"I hate you sometimes, I really do. Would it be too much to ask for you to not toss me off every time you get bored." Suresslynn said as she looked up at her horse from where she was lying on the ground. The Eyktolian bred beast had thrown her off three times that morning and seemed to be feeling more mischievous than usual. Pushing his head away as he snuffled her hair again, the viper pulled herself to her feet and tied her horse off to a tree.
"You stay there for a moment and calm down. I'm not getting back on you for a bell or so." she said wearily as she looked around the clearing, before diving into the grass and examining an herb she had just found. "Nope...not Batonal...ah, well." she said, sitting back up and leaning against a tree. She hadn't had any luck with her herb hunting since she'd met Garland and fought off the Yukman with him. And gotten thrown off her horse. That happened to her a lot, really, but she wasn't that good of a rider and she had no idea at all of how to train her horse out of it. "Well...I'll have to figure you out somehow." she sighed, walking over to her horse and gently stroking his neck.