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There is, as is not uncommon in Milliways, a horse and rider outdoors, though currently the term rider is a bit of a stretch; Fin is walking beside the horse, combing his fingers through its dark mane and apparently having quite a pleasant conversation. It's only upon a slightly closer inspection that it's revealed the horse has no bridle or saddle, or indeed anything else to suggest it was tamed at all--strictly speaking it hasn't been, nor will it likely be.

Feel free to bother them.

[tiny tag: Finvarra]

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The first wary nudge Sunshine gives with her left knee causes no reaction.

Possibly because she is nervous of nudging too hard, and thus doesn't nudge hard enough to really count as a nudge.

The second nudge is more certain.

The stallion heads left, walking at first, as if he's unsure of how long his extra passenger will stay on.

Sunshine considers this a win.

And tries another nudge with her left knee, seeking to turn less towards the lake and more to parallel the shore.

"And... to go faster?"

"Use both. How hard you nudge depends on how fast you want to go."

Oh lovely.

Hmmm.

Sunshine still has her fingers tangled in the horse's mane, feeling the strength of the creature beneath her. It was somehow more intimidating than it would be to face one of Mel's titanic, ultra-powered Odin motorcycles, the kind so large that one's toes barely touch the ground on either side.

She squeezed with her knees.

The stallion breaks into a trot, and Fin moves with it as easily as if he were part of the horse's body.

Sunshine doesn't move so easily, but is learning. There's a certain way to move, to keep your balance and not fight the movement of the horse beneath her.

Though it is rather more bouncy than she expected.

"Tell me things get smoother when we go faster," she says, voice jolted at each bounce.

"It would be easier if you relaxed," he says, a half-laugh on his tongue. "You'll settle into the rhythm soon."

It's less bouncing at this point than simply learning not to fight the sensation of your hips moving before your head knows they're going to. "I suppose for a human it might be easier were you riding with a saddle."

Sunshine sticks her tongue out at him, over her shoulder. "I'm not used to not having my feet on the ground, is all."

She does relax, by increments, as they go along. It's a matter of getting used to the movements, and learning not to fight them.

"Ah, do not worry, lass. The ground will still be there when you get down," he chuckles, kissing her cheek when she sticks her tongue out at him.

"You never know, with this place," she smiles.

"Can we try faster?"

"Of course," he grins. "Hold tight."

Fin leans forward into her and spurs the stallion into a gallop, his arms still solid around her waist as they fly over the grounds, into the woods where it's shady but less populated.

Sunshine can't help the startled sound of surprise as they suddenly seem to leap forward, rushing with the sound of hooves upon the autumn-covered forest floor.

She can't help but grin, even though there's still that thread of apprehension, of not being in control. The dappled leaf-shadows glimmer and flash in her Dark Sight as they pass.

Fin laughs and lets her go, spreading his arms as they weave nimbly through the trees, sliding off as the horse slows, coming around to his front and smiling innocently up at Sunshine.

"Thrilling, is it not?"

She laughs, face flushed with the chill and the rush of it as she beams down at him.

"Absolutely!"

He chuckles, and pets the stallion's nose gently, leading him between the trees and watching her laugh.

"Such a beautiful lass."

That makes her grin turn wry and amused as she leans to stroke along the stallion's neck.

"Flatterer."

"Would I be anything else to a woman like you?"

"You could be my guest," she suggests, smiling. "The pies should be ready to come out of the oven, by now."

He chuckles, and leads the horse towards the kitchen entrance to the bar, having a good sense of dead reckoning.

Sunshine enjoys the leisurely ride back. She's much more at-ease, having already gone faster.

Her dismount when they get to the kitchen is far less graceful than Finvarra's, but she doesn't fall. She turns to stroke the stallion along the nose.

"We'll have apple and pecan pies, and I promised an apple for this guy here, for not throwing me off."

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