“Isie,” the voice is ignored as she completes the run through her knife throwing. Each blade making a satisfying thok! as it finds its mark, “Isie!” okay, she can't ignore that. The would be Zingari spy collects her blades before she turns to look at Grelor.

Grelor is a man that Zisiene has been avoiding. One of the men in charge of caring for the Zingari runners, he's also someone that Isie doesn't want to talk to. She doesn't see the point in learning to ride. She's never had to before, so why start? “You need to learn to ride, and this is a direct order from Willimina,” so… No, she won't be able to put this off any longer, “So here's a runner,” the lead rope is handed to her. She can't help but stare at the midnight brown runner, “You name him, he's yours and you will learn to ride.”

Name him? Name him, when all she wants to do is run from the sight of him? The stillness of the whithers, the soft shift of muscle as she stands there staring at him. How could any creature, let alone a runner, be so dark a brown? Look so much like, “Kar,” she wasn't aware she'd spoken. Grelor nods, “Kar it is,” Zisiene still wanted to run, but she was stuck for it now.

“Up you go. Left side, foot in the stirrup, and pull yourself up,” Zisiene tries to follow instructions, but only winds up falling as she pulls herself up, and tries to set herself in the saddle. It doesn't work as planned, and there are a few chuckles as she plops onto the ground on the other side of the newly named Kar.

A glare at those who have gathered, and she's back at it again. After an hour of trying, and failing to mount, Grelor takes pity on the girl, “Isie, that's enough for today. You'll need to feed, and rub Kar down. Tomorrow morning you'll feed, and walk Kar, and we'll try the mount again,” she's been dismissed. She watches as others take care of their runners, and she follows their example. A towel to dry the beast after she's removed saddle, saddle blanket, and bridel leaving only the harness. Then a brush to brush away debris, dust, and other unpleasantries. When finished someone comes and takes Kar to the roped off paddock where the animals are kept, “He's here whenever you want to ride.”

Want to ride? Why would Isie want to ride? Particularly after such a disasterous first attempt? No, Zisiene will walk as much as she can. Sit the wagon when she can't, and pass on riding a runner thanks.