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Hooves pounded against hard earth in a rhythmic cacophony, flinging up soil as the pair of beasts raced across the vast yellow plains. In front, a beautiful white stallion raced ahead, his steel coloured mane streaming in the wind, the woman perched on his back moving as one with the war horse. Behind, Korinne necessarily wasn't clinging on for dear life or anything, but she definitely was not comfortable on her animal, even if the black mare wasn't anything less than impressive.
Unlike Ashe, she'd never grown up with horses, well not the lean, fast, battle-ready version of the animal anyway. She'd grown up with big draft horses, a pair of bays, at least 17 hands high. The giants were patient and gentle with both her and the twins and due to their role, carrying the family's cart around every time they had to skip town due to Templars, she'd become very accustomed to the animals. You said horse, that's what she'd think of, a slow, gentle giant, not some flighty little thing.