Once more the dancer winced as she counted her nels and pursed her lips. It was fine, she’d find a way. She always did, and it was for Shoes and Door so she’d make do. With a forceful shake and little holler to amp herself up Val headed into Andaris with a grin, the worries washing away with the cold drizzle.
“Shoes! This time I’m not lying, we’re going to an indoor house, you and Door. So—“ she shoved at the horses rump, “move,” grunted with exertion as she pushed her shoulder into the horse who refused to budge, “your ass!”
The end came out with a surprised yelp as she slid down the back of the horse who huffed and her then shifted to the side, clearly uncaring of what the dancer wanted him to do. Val jumped up, shoving her hand through her damp locks with a laugh, “That was not nice.”
As she looked at the horse another idea sprang to mind, with nimble fingers Val unclipped the cart hoping that taking off the extra weight would prompt the horse to help her walk him to the stables. Then she peeked through her belongings to try and find something to lure the always ravenous horse forward but there was nothing, leaving her to try pleading and shoving at her mount once again.
“Aye miss, you want some help?”
Val spun to face the voice, a young boy of no more than 10arcs, “Oh fates, yes, I don’t know how to make him go!”
“Dad always says you just gotta give ‘em a good smack on the rump.”
“Oh,” Val was a little uncomfortable with the thought of smacking her horse and the boy grinned and laughed.
“Not hard miss, you ain’t gotta beat him just to get him moving.”
“Okay,” Val looked at her horse sternly, “You hear that Shoes? So lets get going!”
The dancer had thought it was a terrible idea but she din’t know how else to make him move but as soon as her hand connected she knew it had been too much for the horse. Not that she’d hit him hard but the shock of it sent the normally patient horse streaking through the roads of Andaris. Not to mention in her nervousness she’d forgotten to hold onto horse, leaving her no room to lead him or stop him from running. There was a trill of stunned motionless from Val before she heard the shouts of panic from people walking and bolted after the horse herself, shouting for people to move and shouting the horses name, her cat behind her in hot pursuit and meowing vocally at being left behind.