Tamie and Mortis' first ride

[Tamie]

As this would be her first ride on Saltatio Mortis, the friesian stallion she bought just before moving here she decided to play it safe and lead him for a while to see how being out would effect him.
They looked a well matched pair, Mortis prancing along gaily, his crested neck arched, his long wavy mane and tail stirring with the motion and his jet black coat glistening in the sunshine. She strolled quietly along beside, one hand on the reins, the other lying against his neck. Her pale skin bright in the sun, her jet black hair falling down her back. She had left her ussual full black gowns at home, instead opting for a pair black breeches, a figure hugging black waistcoat and a lightweight black saturn cloak. Her lips, painted a dark red/black shade smiled to herself and her horse. Her big brown eyes, accentuated by some amount of black eyeliner took in the surrounding landscape.

[Tamie]

After walking for some time she found a quiet shady spot under a group of old trees, tied Mortis to one of the lower branches and sat herself down nearby to rest. She pulls a packet of cigarettes from a pocket in her cloak and lights it. Lying back in the grass she looks up into the sky, watching the thin clouds drift past and the birds sing in the trees.

[Tamie]

Noticing that Mortis is getting impatient at being tied for soo long she stands stretching then walks over.
She unties his reins from the tree and pulls them over his head, she leads him over to a large rock and using this she vaults on to his broad bare back where she sits easily and gracefully. Mortis snorts and dances sideways exitedly. She waits till he is settled then lets him start walking, guiding him out of the trees and back onto the path.
They just walk for some time, both getting the feel for one-another.

[Tamie]

Feeling more confident and in touch with him she urges him into a gallop up a small hill. Mortis engulfing the ground with long, powerful strides his tail streaming behind him and his mane sweeping across her face.
Giving him his head she laces her figures into his mane and guides him with her legs toward a fallen tree lying just off the path. He flies over it in an effortless leap and continues on without breaking stride.
They gallop for a while longer before Tamie, her face beaming brings him back down to a walk and heads back down the trail to Hickory road.