Accompany Me (Leland x Amy) Apr 16, 2009 17:47:22 GMT -6
Post by <Amy> on Apr 16, 2009 17:47:22 GMT -6
Oh he did NOT just call her a damsel in distress! Amy's glare intensified to where it looked like she was trying to open a portal to hell with just her eyes. If she could just find a rock or something to lodge in his windpipe...Sadly atop a sixteen hand stallion that was not likely and since she couldn't dismount without proving to him that her knee was in fact not exactly cooperating with the rest of her body, Amy was stuck sitting side-saddle and doing nothing but glaring. Sometimes life was just so damn unfair but Amy already knew that. It seemed life liked to remind her just how unfair it was from time to time. Damn cocky bastard.
"If I could kick your ass right now I would" Amy said unhappily. "Kiss on the cheek? Huh! And besides, in my line of work...injury happens." Amy absentmindedly stroked Dutch's mane with one hand, her other still wound in the flaxen strands as the light draft started at a slow walk when Leland started moving. "Sometimes it just doesn't stop hurting. I'm used to it by now. Perfectly capable of walking."
She'd had her blasted bum knee for what, six years? She had literally crashed into a jump with Chico when she was seventeen so that was about right. A girl learned to adapt, despite the common view of guys that women were strictly stuck in their ways. Huh, yeah right. They just adapted like horses, on necessity and only as much as necessary. That was what Amy's momma had taught her and in all her years, Amy had never found momma to be wrong. Why start doubting now?
Shifting a little but unable to comfortably ride side saddle, Amy sighed making Dutch twitch his ears. The chocolate Noriker snuffled and swished his flaxen tail, seeming to intentionally try to hit Leland though he looked passively innocent. Amy shifted her hold from Dutch's mane to his reins, despite having found more comfort in his mane. Though she didn't ride bareback, Amy didn't mind it and with Dutch being such a well behaved stallion it wasn't hard. What was hard? Riding side-saddle without the side saddle and wanting to hit the guy that put her there even if he had the best intentions in mind.
Since the Bowing Creek Trail ran very close to one side of the cross country course, Amy glimpsed snatches of the green through the trees and winced slightly when she watched a student hop the jump before continuing out of sight farther into the course. She missed jumping but...she would put money on it didn't miss her.