"Women can't fight! It's just how it is Lillian!" said Lil's father.
"That's not fair! Women are just as good as men! Probably better!" She screamed.
"I'm not going to fight with you Lil! I'm doing my job, I'm keeping you safe!"
"Well then I hate you!" She shouted, running out of the house and into the stable. She paused for a moment to breathe in the soothing scent of manure and hay. Lil raced to the very last stall and flung it open, greeting her fiery red chestnut horse, Khaman.
Khaman and Lillian rode out of the gates of Rohan and onto the vast plain, the wind in their faces, tugging at their hair. Lillian smiled for the first time that day, her face upturned towards the cerulean sky.
The steady gait of Khaman lulled her into relaxation. She eventually forgot why she had even run off and was beginning to deeply regret her last words to her father.
Lillian slid off of Khaman's back and went around to his head, looking deep into his large brown eyes. "What do you think Khaman? What should I do?" She whispered, as if the chestnut horse could answer.
Khaman stepped forward, leaning his forehead against Lil's chest. He breathed a large sigh of content, his large warm skull weighing heavily on Lillian's small frame.
"You're right. I should go back and tell him that I'm sorry," she murmured.
Khaman whinnied softly, mouthing the hem of her shirt (she often wore men's clothing, saying that the shirt and pants were more practical). "I love you Khaman," said Lil.
