"I'm not worried about his balance...I'm worried about mine," she confessed, laughing lightly at the irony of her words. She was an elf, full of grace and beauty...on the ground. Up there, so high and experiencing something she had never experienced before, she lacked the same amount of grace that she held in the dining room, and it was noticeable. She was slowly becoming use to being on the horse's back, at least until the prince climbed up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. She was thankful that she was facing in front of him, and that he couldn't see her face for she was blushing a deep red color from shyness.
"I do," she replied, her voice soft and quiet, melodic like before. She was having a difficult time believing that he would be so casual around someone with her status, a peasant turned servant who had even served him a beverage that evening. Now he was taking her home, on his personal horse, with his arm wrapped around her. These were the reasons for her blushing, she couldn't believe what a night she'd had and was looking forward to her weekend off.
The horse began to move and her body tensed for balance, taking a moment to get use to the movements. The prince wrapped his arm around her more securely and she simply continued to look forward, not wanting him to see her blushing cheeks. As the horse picked up speed she found herself sitting in a more upright position, closer to the prince and feeling the air rush past her. Before long she found that it was rather exhilarating, something she didn't think she would feel. The prince asked her where she lived and pointed ahead. "About ten blocks ahead, to the left. The old N'ordoire place," she replied, turning to face him as she spoke to make certain he would hear her.
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