Word Count → 503 :: Not an issue
How was one to learn should they not ask questions when there were things that they didn't understand? Willam was much too used to having all of the details laid out for her. She was much too used to knowing exactly everything about what she was meant to do. She didn't like uncertainties and so that made her press for detailed explanations. She didn't like the thought of doing anything wrong, no matter how slight it may end up being, and so she made certain to get everything laid out for her to understand. She liked having exacts so that she never had to worry about what it was that she said or did since she knew the boundaries in which she was to remain. As well as knowing exactly what would happen to her should she find herself having done or said something outside of those boundaries. So she might have many questions but it was only because she was willing to learn.
The large coyote woman watched as the other slid from her horse's back just to demonstrate how to get on. Once Jagga was back on the mare's back did Willam seek to mimic the movements that she was shown. With the sorts of weapons that she used Willam knew she had upper body strength, especially within her arms as she was used to launching items over a distance. She felt awkward in her doing so but had managed to pull herself up onto the stallion's back. Châtiment remained still and allowed for it to happen but still Willam felt weird sitting up on his back. She reached a hand down and stroked the equine's neck. "You are a good boy, Châtiment." She spoke the words to the horse though he really didn't need any calming. It was more for her own benefit than anything else.
"So what now?" The question was posed to the other female as Willam looked back towards her once again. She had managed to get upon the horse's back but she still had no idea how to make him walk since he had always followed along behind her. He had never tried to get him to walk on his own or anything like that. She was just so used to him walking without instruction. the horse had always stalked along behind her without her ever having to call to him to make him follow her. Now that he could no longer see her to be able to follow her lead how was she to make certain that he moved? She had never tried to lead him anywhere with her being out of eyesight of him. But then again she had never forced him to follow her before. She had always allowed for the stallion to do whatever he wished to do. Granted the horse had always chosen to follow after her. But that was the thing, it had always been his choice and not because Willam had ever commanded it to be so.
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