[color=c4df9b][b][h3]Siran Vahramyan Arshakuni[/h3][/b][/color]

His response was just about exactly as she had expected. It was hard for her to imagine nomads that didn't ride their horses, but the world was a big place, and she had left Ibion when she was small, so it was to be expected she would be ignorant of this. Of more concern was the fact that this man was about to try and ride a horse without even a smidgen of prior instruction. These Estalians really should have considered getting a cart to take some of these people in. With little time left before their departure, Siran decided she was going to have to give him a crash course. [color=c4df9b][b]"Controlling the horse is, on a basic level, as simple as moving the reins where to want them to go."[/b][/color] She began. [color=c4df9b][b]"In practise, you'll probably find it a little harder than that, but we can't help that now. You can use body language to help the horse know where you want to go; look in the direction you want to turn if you need to do so, and let your hips move with your gaze. You can also use your legs to indicate direction, but since I don't know how these Estalians train their horses, I wouldn't recommend it, as the wrong signals will just confuse the horse. Keep your back straight and keep your shoulders positioned directly over your hips. Don't slouch or lean forward. Whatever happens, try to remain calm, as the horse can sense your anxiety."[/b][/color] Those were about all the tips she planned to tell for now. There was more she could say, but they didn't have all the time in the world, and overloading him with information would probably be counterproductive. She would just have to hope he could get into it easily, and really hope the horse wasn't of an ill temperament. 

[color=c4df9b][b]"I'm Siran, by the way. You?"[/b][/color] Given he clearly wasn't of any high birth, she felt confident that he didn't need or want to hear her whole formal name. 

[@Lord Orgasmo]