"Relax your knees."
Dalko rode his horse closer.
"Let your body sway with its rhythm, like... yes, like driftwood in the water!"
Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the horse's back.
Riding Skill in memory and riding in person were two different things, after all.
It took Roland a long time to adjust and rediscover that delicate sense of balance.
Although his movements were still clumsy, he could finally urge the horse forward.
"Well done, Roland!"
Dalko let out a sharp whistle and flicked his riding crop forward.
"Keep up! I'm taking you somewhere fantastic!"
He deliberately slowed his pace, allowing the novice Roland to keep up with ease.
The horses' hooves made crisp sounds as they trod upon the manor's gravel path, and the group gradually moved away from its walls.
"Master Dalko."
Roland gripped the reins tightly, struggling to maintain his balance.
"Where are we going...?"
"Hunting!"
