"Is that why you've always talked so cross with me?" she said, though her voice had a hint of sarcasm to it. "Well, here's top hoping these new developments change that."

"Horse is ready!" Lola said, pulling up a black mare. "She's no work horse, so treat her nicely. You be good, Elle."

The horse nickered in response. Miranda smiled sweetly, and ran a hand down the creature's muzzle. "Aw, this gentle thing?" she mused, patting her flank. "Well, I suppose thee most beautiful can be the most dangerous, can't it."

The new lady paused, her face suddenly turning as red as her dress. She coughed and looked away, trying to appear prideful,

"I've...never ridden two people before," she said. "I need...some assistance."