Of course, Harriette eagerly nodded, and clambered aboard. "It's almost like flying!" she commented.

Hold on please. She said. Then Sola began a tlt. It was fast but the ride was smooth. You could probably hold a cup full of water and not spill a drop.
(The tlt is a gait unique to Icelandic horses. During it, one foot is always touching the ground and it is an extraordinarily smooth ride. My horse riding instructor told me they have a competition in Iceland where people ride in tlt on horses with a mug of beer to see who can come out with the most beer still in their mug. I really like Icelandic horses.)

(I can tell. I have learned something about them, and their gaits, but that is amazing! ...And excuse my misspelling.)

Harriette whooped. "This is definately like flying. Can we go faster?" she inquired.

Sirona nodded. She got Sola to go faster. She went through the trees, weaving in and out of them. Sirona eventually turned Sola around back towards camp. On their way back, she slowed Sola down a bit.

Harriette sighed, content. "Wow." she managed to get out. "That was... AMAZING!!! I wish we could do that again sometime. I mean, it must be the closest thing to flying." Harriette smiled. "Thank you." she said, almost reverently.

Sirona nodded. Anytime. Once Sola warms up to you, maybe you can start riding her on your own. She said. They got back to the stables and Sirona jumped off. She helped Harriette down then took Sola to her stall.

Harriette nodded, and swiftly got down. "Thanks again. We, er, I should go back to join my brother. Thanks!" she said

Ok! See ya around! Sirona said. She gave Harriette a quick hug then grabbed a brush and went into the stall to brush Sola.

Harriette trotted off to see the rest of the camp.

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