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She looked on the yearling colt and sighed sadly. He was way too young to be put under this much stress, but all the other horses had been set free by raiders in the night. "You're my only hope, sweet boy," she whispered as she flung the reins over his head. He jerked his head back at the sudden motion and snorted, afraid of the new movement.

The Arabians were the small, more delicate stock that were used in distant travel by the knights as they had much better endurance, while the bulkier Lipizzaner were used in defense. However, since the Arabs were a much smaller and more delicate breed, their bones took longer to develop and were much more prone to injury when younger. Some of them were not started with a rider until they were 4 or 5. She felt horribly for what she was about to do. He was afraid, and the queen was too. They must flee before the raiders reached the royal stable yard.

She held tight to the tufts of mane near his withers and threw her leg over. The second she made contact with his back, he bolted. She'd been learning to ride since she was a girl, barely five summers old. Years of instinct kicked in and she gripped tightly with her legs and leaned into his neck, but to the side just in case he tossed it back again. He ran straight down the cobbled streets in the opposite direction of the noise and she took in her surroundings carefully, trying to anticipate any strange object he might spook at and jump away from.

"Easy boy, it's okay, you can do this," she called, her voice elevated and slightly panicked. She may have been riding her whole life, but everything changes when falling means either broken bones or being murdered by the northern tribes. The colt was flaring his nostrils, his breath noisily rasping his nose as his fear rose. She tried to calm him, stroke his neck, and talk to him, but his frenzy had no end, even as they plummeted toward the closed rear gate. "EASY, WOAH BOY!" She shouted, but he was deaf in his panic. She felt his muscles tense under her and she squeezed her legs, pushed her body forward and leaned into the inevitable motion.

The colt sailed over the gate, but the impact of such a jump plus the weight on his back caused him to stumble when he landed. She jolted forward over his shoulders and tumbled into the dirt....

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She looked on the yearling colt and sighed sadly. He was way too young to be put under this much stress, but all the other horses had been set free by raiders in the night. "You're my only hope, sweet boy," she whispered as she flung the reins over his head. He jerked his head back at the sudden motion and snorted, afraid of the new movement.

The Arabians were the small, more delicate stock that were used in distant travel by the knights as they had much better endurance, while the bulkier Lipizzaner were used in defense. However, since the Arabs were a much smaller and more delicate breed, their bones took longer to develop and were much more prone to injury when younger. Some of them were not started with a rider until they were 4 or 5. She felt horribly for what she was about to do. He was afraid, and the queen was too. They must flee before the raiders reached the royal stable yard.

She held tight to the tufts of mane near his withers and threw her leg over. The second she made contact with his back, he bolted. She'd been learning to ride since she was a girl, barely five summers old. Years of instinct kicked in and she gripped tightly with her legs and leaned into his neck, but to the side just in case he tossed it back again. He ran straight down the cobbled streets in the opposite direction of the noise and she took in her surroundings carefully, trying to anticipate any strange object he might spook at and jump away from.

"Easy boy, it's okay, you can do this," she called, her voice elevated and slightly panicked. She may have been riding her whole life, but everything changes when falling means either broken bones or being murdered by the northern tribes. The colt was flaring his nostrils, his breath noisily rasping his nose as his fear rose. She tried to calm him, stroke his neck, and talk to him, but his frenzy had no end, even as they plummeted toward the closed rear gate. "EASY, WOAH BOY!" She shouted, but he was deaf in his panic. She felt his muscles tense under her and she squeezed her legs, pushed her body forward and leaned into the inevitable motion.

The colt sailed over the gate, but the impact of such a jump plus the weight on his back caused him to stumble when he landed. She jolted forward over his shoulders and tumbled into the dirt....

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