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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jmucchiello" data-source="post: 7878092" data-attributes="member: 813">In her former life he had spent a lot of time around horses and carts. Deliveries of wheat and flour were always transported by horse carts. But as the miller's son, he never really had to drive a cart or ride a horse. He knew how to groom a horse, how to saddle a horse, and horse to hitch a horse to a cart. But ride it? Guide the cart? That was for those who delivered the goods to and from the mill.She flew from her perch under the tarps and found the winds were worse when the horses were running full speed. She crawled onto the coach seat and saw the reins disappear under the cart. No matter, she thought. No way I'm strong enough to get the horses' attention with the reins anyway. She crawled as close to the edge of the deck as she could and called out to the horses in their own language. "Stop! Stop, now! You must stop running before you slam into a tree!"[ooc]She casts speak with animals instinctively.If they can't hear her over the wind. She will attempt to climb up their backs closer to their heads.Also, I updated the image in charsheet to correct her skin color and add some scale to the image. [/ooc]</blockquote>