The woman had muscles in new places from all the riding she'd been doing, and loved it. She found herself sitting easily on the horse now, although she rarely went faster than a stately walk. The mare was built to run, but Caprica liked to watch the world go by, gaining inspiration for her jewellery-making and painting from the assorted colours to be found in nature. She had to admit the snow wasn't too easy on the eye compared to the more robust spring, summer and fall tapestries. The blank whiteness was almost oppressive and lacked depth of hue. She would have to find something else to occupy her eyes with today. Spying a discrepancy written in the drifts ahead, she geed the mare gently towards the darker patterning. It was a trail of hoofprints, and Caprica realised someone else was out riding today. Hoping for a little conversation with a fellow horse-owner, she steered her own horse to follow, glad now of Rohan's long legs that ate away at the distance. She was a fast walker, and perhaps they stood a chance of catching up with the other before long. Caprica had no idea who it was, though; the snow didn't hold scent well and besides it was only the horse's trail that was plainly left, as well as the fact Caprica was so high up on her equestrian vantage point. Whoever it turned out to be, she was sure it would be a pleasant surprise. She hugged her purple shawl a little tighter with one hand, the other resting loosely on the reins. She was careful never to let her guard down, aware that a horse could never be completely immune to sudden startles or even full-blown panics, and it was important to stay in control.
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