"hup!" I mounted the horse with a mixture of apprehension and determination. Riding was not a skill I possessed, but the urgency of our mission left me no choice but to learn quickly.
As time passed, I grew more comfortable in the saddle, finding my balance and adapting to the rhythmic movements of the horse.
Our journey to Virendale began with picturesque landscapes unfolding before us. Fields, forests, and winding trails painted the countryside. The sound of hooves hitting the ground echoed through the serene surroundings, accompanied by the occasional chirping of birds and rustling of leaves.
Ali, an experienced rider, took the lead, setting a steady pace. I followed closely behind, my focus split between the road ahead and the not-so-pleasant conversations that emerged between us.
"You've got a knack for horse riding, I mean." Ali spoke, breaking the silence as we rode side by side.
