The animal begins to froth prancing nervously as Bastian pulls himself up onto the horse. He was a decent enough rider, but this was a different thing all together than racing his friends at home. Bareback, his meaty hands wrap around the reigns as he leans forward close to the geldings back. With a quick kick he spurs the animal forward into a gallop.<br/><br/>With an ear shattering whiney, the gelding rears up like some warhorse from the fairytales as Sebastian clings to the beast’s mane for all he is worth. Galloping hard the Smith pushes the animal, quickly closing the distance to the prone woman and the popinjay that he was forced to rescue now too.<br/><br/><strong> “Bloody mad woman!”</strong>He yells closing on Lilian. The big man leans low across the gelding’s flank his fingers tangled in the animal’s mane for advantage. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he chides her.<strong>“You’ll be the death of us all if you keep on like this!”</strong>With a toss, he roughly lays her across the horses back without loosing stride.<strong>“You’re father will see to it himself if you get hurt.” “M’lady.”</strong>He adds as an afterthought while struggling to keep her flailing from blocking his view as he reaches down for the other bloody woman.<br/><br/><strong>“Your hand!”</strong>He calls as the beast kicks up clods of dirt.<strong>“Reach woman!”</strong><br/>