A ℓσνєℓєѕѕ ยภเ๏ภ {Echo}

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Nazeal gave a faint, half-smile. "Perhaps," he said. "Or maybe the wind blows just right."

[echolight4eva]

"Perhaps," she agreed, blinking and giving a soft smile. She shifted in the saddle- she hated riding sidesaddle.

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Nazeal's eyes flicked down at the movement. "Are you alright?" he asked. He hoped she wasn't uncomfortable, physically or mentally.

[echolight4eva]

She gazed at him. "What? Oh, yes. I'm fine. Just a little uncomfortable in this saddle. But it's okay."

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Nazeal gazed at her blankly before giving a short laugh. "You don't like riding side-saddle, do you?" he said.

[echolight4eva]

Adelaide laughed a little. "No. But it is unladylike to ride other ways."

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Nazeal shrugged. "I don't mind. And we're outside the city, so no one will see. You can wear a different dress next time, with divided skirts."

[echolight4eva]

Adelaide looked back at the guards. "They probably would," she said, but she secretly wished she had. She needed to be more bold, she knew, but it was hard to change ones ways.

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

"They work for me," Nazeal said. "And you are my wife. If I say you don't have to ride sidesaddle, then they'll simply have to accept it." He actually sounded confident and commanding, something she'd probably rarely heard from him.

[echolight4eva]

Adelaide looked at him in surprise but gave a smile. "Okay, then," she said. "Would you mind if we galloped?"

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Nazeal broke into a faint grin. "Not at all. But I warn you, I can be very competitive."

[echolight4eva]

Adelaide spurred her horse on immediately, galloping ahead of the group with the greatest of speed. This horse was really fast and she kept her going really fast.

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Nazeal kicked his horse into motion, the gelding shooting after her. He whooped as shouts sounded from the guards behind them, followed by more pounding hooves. He stayed right at her mare's tail.

[echolight4eva]

Adelaide laughed openly and kept her horse at this pace, trying to stay ahead of him.

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Nazeal leaned forward, his face close to his horse's mane. At this speed, the horses' stamina wouldn't hold out for long, but he was determined to at least be nose to nose with her.