Tara looked up at the taller woman for a moment and then sighed.  Well . . okay.  If that was how it was going to be . . .<br/><br/>She felt herself trying no to smile, but then, the idea of the horse helped with that problem.<br/><br/>"Um . . I don't ride. . . . "  She cringed as she looked at the horse, her hand falling form it's side.  "The larger the beast the more respect I have for them, and I have just enough respect for your beast to know that i do not belong riding it."