Niah didn't pause in her rush to get off the docks. It was a long way home, which way out past the outskirts of their rather sprawling town. The most direct route would be to go along the coastline, through the marketplace and then down to the beach where their home stood on a rise - a small cliff, really.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Running is such an undignified act.</span>The thought came out of nowhere and Niah, despite the danger of the situation, almost laughed at herself. Even in the most desperate of times her breeding tried to interfere. She only had herself to blame for that. Too much time spent in her mother's company, with her backbone of steel and a face that never changed. Although the strength she possessed was admirable, Niah thought, she didn't want to end up like her - with a metal rod permanently wedged up her nether regions.<br/><br/>With that thought in mind she grabbed the reigns out of Brom's hands and easily pulled herself up onto the back of the commandeered horse. Many years of practice made it as easy as getting out of bed, and she sat astride the saddle without a hint of discomfort or nervousness. With her heels she nudged her horse into motion and set off, yelling behind her; "Hurry, Brom! You're right, I do want to get there fast. So make sure not to fall off this time!"<br/><br/>Although she knew he could handle a horse well enough, she enjoyed teasing him when it came to riding. It involved a certain amount of flexibility, something he lacked.