There is the smallest bit of a pleased smile at his words, which flushed out into smirk as she pressed her heels into the horses sides and took off into the breeze. There was one backwards look, before she took off, as though daring him to keep up.

This?

Was so happening.

Even if she knew he was riding the more powerful horse of her two.

But her she rode hard onward into the forest again, anyway, a world of raven curls like a streamers behind her as her laughter rang through the trees.