Flexibility wasn't all that he lacked either, frankly he just didn't care for horses all that much. They were too skittish and untrustworthy, the opposite of a good loyal mutt. But it's not like he was a BAD rider, per se, whatever Niah would claim. Sure, she had won all the races they'd ever had and she'd taken far more lessons and loved the animals quite a bit. She was the better rider. Brom's equestrian knowledge mostly came down to knowing how to hit things with swords without falling off.<br/><br/>The time he had fallen off still embarrassed him, if only because it had been in front of Niah. He'd been at one of her lessons and tried his own hand at riding, with her watching on all the while. She was sitting astride, back straight, hands gripping the reins so daintily and yet strong, with her boots in the stirrups. The picture of the noble lady, she had been that day. Brom wanted to share that with her, impress her with his skill at riding, and had ended up making that noble lady turn into a cackling girl when his surly beast kicked him off into the mud.<span style="font-style: italic">At least I'd made a memory, though.</span>He thought with only a modicum of regret.<span style="font-style: italic">One she's never forgotten...</span><br/><br/>But now, there was no falling off. He rode after her hard, standing slightly in the saddle and hunched forward as the horse ran. This was the only part of horseback riding he really enjoyed.<span style="font-style: italic">And watching Niah do it.</span>He added mentally, as he did just that. She was graceful and beautiful as she handled the best so expertly in front of him. Brom did not stare at her thighs squeezing the animal so powerfully, he'd gotten a little more subtle than that over the years.<br/><br/>As they went on through the Marketplace and toward the beach, he couldn't notice too many signs of panic... not what you'd quite expect from a populace that was about to get overrun by the Enemy. That didn't make him question Niah's intuition, though, because the average citizen was never privy to that sort of information. Even the upper class didn't much concern themselves with things like being defeated in yet another battle.