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My alliance with Alaric does me zero good in the horse paddock.
Whiskey is still only willing to listen to me so long as I keep the promise that I’ll be leaving him alone in the near future. Unfortunately, I don’t have much control over that promise. Or over my horse. He still refuses to take a single step unless I stick my fingers in his ears. And then he runs like hell.
Epona spends an entire day giving me personal one-on-one help. We work on the apparently must-have sss move of slipping down the horse’s side and then clinging to him with my legs while I shoot at targets from under his neck.
Of course, I’m terrible at it.
After a while, Epona sits down with a book and doesn’t even look up at me—she just waits until there’s the thud of me hitting the ground once more—and then offe
