Isa recoiled a little from the insulting reply. However, she had no time to say anything in return as the horse sudden reared up, sending her tumbling to the ground with a shriek. She sat, dazed, on the dirty road, when her 'master' came up and latched the collar around her throat rather tightly. It took a second for her to realize what she was being told, and when she did, the taste of bile rose in her throat. 'Controlling me, forcing me to call him master, treating me like an animal...' Isa had to keep her expression in line as she took hold of the reins and followed him entirely unwillingly.<br/><br/>Her cheeks felt flushed as a few people looked over at her. After all, how many people could afford a slave here? Not many, it seemed. She struggled to keep calm as she was suddenly ordered onto the horse. She exhaled, fitting one foot in the stirrup before swinging on, not even bothering to ride sidesaddle. After all, did slaves do that? She remained solemn throughout the entire horseride.