Title: beggars would ride

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: none

Rating: PG

Pairings: none

Wordcount: 125

Point of view: third

Prompt: Eliot and Parker, teaching her to ride a horse


"Trust me," he says, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder, the other patting the giant horse's.

She does, really she does, and that's so weird. So she stands next to him, eyes on the horse, and listens to his instructions.

"Now," he says, after she's on the giant horse, "just feel him, Parker. You jump off buildings for fun. This is much easier."

Says him, she thinks, but she trusts him.

The horse just follows him quietly, ears flicking around, and Parker holds on tight. And, really... it's not so bad. She doesn't see what the big deal is, why he enjoys this so much, but she's been through worse things. And the horse is kinda pretty.

He grins at her, and she smiles back.