You have so much to say, [ marta mutters around a huff, but she refuses to give further into his baiting and resolves to turn her full attention to the matter at hand. which is... remember how to make this horse move. they always make it look so easy in the movies, but that's the movies for you. theoretically, she knows what she's supposed to do, but the actual execution of it has her pausing. the horse she's on has been patient enough, but now that it's just her and him, she can't help but feel much, much smaller and so very lacking in control.
but now she's got a point to prove. she's not normally so proud but there's something about that smug twist of kovacs' lips she just wants to wipe right off sometimes. now what was it he'd said? grip the reigns, nudge them with the heel of your boot a bit—
later, she'll blame it on her poor reflexes in the moment. but what was meant to be the gentlest of taps somehow wound up being more than that, and more than her horse had been anticipating and willing to stand for. one second they're just standing around, practically immobile, the next they're blasting off down the clearing like their life depended on it.
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but now she's got a point to prove. she's not normally so proud but there's something about that smug twist of kovacs' lips she just wants to wipe right off sometimes. now what was it he'd said? grip the reigns, nudge them with the heel of your boot a bit—
later, she'll blame it on her poor reflexes in the moment. but what was meant to be the gentlest of taps somehow wound up being more than that, and more than her horse had been anticipating and willing to stand for. one second they're just standing around, practically immobile, the next they're blasting off down the clearing like their life depended on it.
apparently? marta's got some lungs on her. ]
Kovaaaaacs—!