[ Following his instructions, Buffy moves around to the horse's left side, letting him guide her hand to pull the reins taut. She takes his lead well, surprisingly able to evade distraction by his closeness. Briefly, she flusters over his hand covering hers, and glances back up at him, but she lets the butterflies flutter on through and gets back on with the horse stuff. She's apparently ??? very dedicated ? ? ?? ride 24 ?? ? ] Got it. I am the Goldilocks of rein tension.
[ She looks down at the stirrup, sizing up the distance between her feet on the ground and the foothold, then grimacing as she notes that she is
way too short for this to be an enjoyable process. She bends her knee, raising her leg and casually measuring how much of a pain it's going to be to get her foot up into that. The answer is a lot of a pain, evidenced by two pathetic little kicks of her foot that resemble a cat pawing sadly at a toy more than anything else.. ] Uh.
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[ She looks down at the stirrup, sizing up the distance between her feet on the ground and the foothold, then grimacing as she notes that she is
way too short for this to be an enjoyable process. She bends her knee, raising her leg and casually measuring how much of a pain it's going to be to get her foot up into that. The answer is a lot of a pain, evidenced by two pathetic little kicks of her foot that resemble a cat pawing sadly at a toy more than anything else.. ] Uh.