Areln looked at the hand....then the wall of animal in front of her. Hand...horse...hand...horse.  She actually adored horses, thought they were beautiful. But like many people, their sheer size terrified her, and she'd never had the opportunity to learn any better. Certainly she'd never learned how to ride.<br/><br/>"Uh...can't we call a cab? Or maybe a zipcar?" Seeing Aria's puzzled look, she shook her head. "Never mind."  Gripping the warrior's offered hand tightly, she did her best to climb up the<em> fucking ginormous</em>animal in front of her. Somewhat disgusted, the Amazon mostly just flexed her arm hauled her vertically up the side of the poor beast. The dancer was no wimp, but there was no question the Valkyrie had her all sorts of beat as far as raw strength... Getting a leg over the thing meant giving Aria a long, sweet view of the fur between her legs, and the inviting lips below, but Arlen figured the fighter had already seen all of her anyway, soooo...yeah. She still blushed, some.<br/><br/>One she was more or less mounted, she tucked herself back into her tunic yet again- really, she might as well be bare, the thing was more trouble than it was worth, and it reeked pretty bad- and, influenced by far too many Westerns and Fantasy movies, wrapped her arms around her rescuer.<strong>Damn</strong>, the woman was solid. Also warm, despite wearing about as much as Arlen herself. The stripper slid forward, pressing her whole body against the redhead's back, crushing her soft breasts against her. "So. Riverrun. Sounds nice. Is there really a river? I seriously need a bath. And please tell me they have a tailor shop? I'm not fussy, but- hey, what season is it here? Please tell me this isn't summer."