The girl felt her eyes closing as she heard the gallops far behind, her legs tensing as she released the reins, her arms spread wide. It was her way of flashing to the chief that she wasnâ€™t going to be as tame as her father made her out to be. Branwenn was going to give this man a run for his money.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened again as she saw a group of men watching her fast approach, one man in particular caught her eye as she watched the movement of his arm re-sheathing a sword. Her brow arched as she saw the gate wasnâ€™t fully dropped yet. Taking a chance at glancing back to her father she frowned, this little outburst would definitely be met later in the evening with a punishment. Scowling she huffed, well if she was going to get in trouble, she might as well do it the right way.<br/><br/>Now with a goal in mind she spurred the welsh harder, he responded by chewing chunks from the dirt path with his massive hooves as he carried her closer and closer. The gate was now closer to the ground, she could jump it.  Determined she whispered to the stallionâ€™s ear, â€œCome on Rook,â€ the horse whinnied before she felt his front legs coiling as the front half of his body lifted from the ground. A wicked smile braced her full lips as she held fast.<br/><br/>Everything seemed to fly by slowly, like time was slowing their decent to the ground, short lived the welsh landed smoothly, jolting the girl from her daze as she halted the great stallion. â€œShh now Rook,â€ stroking the mane of the horse who had been a gift to her from her mother she smiled. It didnâ€™t take Branwenn long to realize she was being stared at, so with a form of pride she straightened her back and looked at each of the men with her emerald gaze. â€œIt is rude to stare upon a lady who is to be betrothed to your Chief you know?â€ although she detested the statement she locked eyes with the man who she had seen sheathing his sword.