Fall
"Please Lincoln!" She asked as they walked back into their room.
The man eyed her, "Alright, alright. Change into some clothes you don't care about, meet me out in the field in front of the gates." She grinned, bouncing up to kiss his cheek.
"Thank you!" He grinned and left, they had peace since the mountain fell. It was very nice to not worry about war and survival. He went to the stables and picked one of the middle age mare who was sweet as sugar.
He saddled the mare and led her out, smiling when he saw Octavia striding towards him. "Alright, your left foot goes here, grab the horse's man in your left hand and the back of the saddle in your right, and pull yourself up." He instructed.
Then he smirked as she struggled, but her arm strength aided her in getting on the horse. Lincoln went on to show her how to use her seat and legs to communicate with the horse, to use her hands gently on the leather reigns. To keep her heels down to aid in her balance.
Octavia managed walking just fine, so Lincoln encouraged her to go a bit faster. The mare easily picked up a trot, but in the hands of an inexperienced rider, her trot was that of a typical Arabian. Bouncy and off kilter.
Octavia basically bounced right out of the saddle. The mare stopped immediately, as surprised as her rider to find the young woman on the ground. Lincoln bit his cheek to stop the laughter. He walked over her and offered a hand.
She took his hand and groaned. "Again." She said, Lincoln nodded, admiring her tenacity.