AYLETH
Ayleth petted the shoulder of her mount as they rode through the forest near the castle. Next to her, Trystan sat his massive gelding as if he were born there—barely touching his reins, yet the animal danced on a dime to do as he wished.
"You're very good," she said with a genuine smile. "Can you teach me how to ride like that?"
He tipped his chin in acknowledgement. "Certainly, but it is in part the training of the animal, and time spent with them. They need to learn you just as much as you need to learn them. But once you do…" he trailed off, but suddenly, without any obvious instruction, his horse turned to face hers, yet continued alongside, walking sideways, its fine legs crossing with every step.
Ayleth's mouth dropped open. "I didn't even know they could do that!"
