03-15-2012, 08:13 AM
She was young still, but younger in mind than body. Caprica had never left the recklessness, the short-sightedness of youth behind and didn't for a second imagine that she might cause the rider to believe she was giving chase. It simply didn't occur to her the risks she was taking in putting her horse's speed to the pursuit or in causing an unknown woman to flee and lead her over unknown territory. She merely saw a chance for a challenge: a thrill, and simply didn't think that it might be taken any other way, although it was pure luck that the lady had gumption to match her own. When the cry rang out, Caprica heard the almost taunting note and knew that she was being met on her own terms, although she hadn't found room for doubt, it still spurred her forwards. She leant close to her mare's neck, rising out of the saddle a little, pressing her toes deep into the stirrups. The thoroughbred's ears flickered as if questioning her mistress' judgement, but she had the stride and heart of her forefathers. Rohan matched the other horse's pace as she accelerated, closing the gap between them. Caprica flapped at her flank with the end of the reins, trying to elicit still more speed. The tall mare snorted disapprovingly as they levelled once more with the spotted horse, but it was clear by her pricked ears she was enjoying the rare gallop, even if her mistress was neither built or practiced in the art of jockeying. While she could not outrun an Appaloosa cross in the sprint, the thoroughbred showed no signs of tiring for the middle distance and the narrow bicycle trail extended alluring and long before them.