It has been years since I had my last horse ride with Trinitus so it was no wonder why I am partly having a difficult time now.
Grabbing the horn of the saddle, I poised in an awkward position. My left foot was neatly placed in the stirrup, ready, but for some reason, I can't freaking lift myself up to get to the seat. I remember being able to effortlessly flung myself into the horse but I was younger then, right now, I seriously have gained a bit of weight - and curves - to be unable to get this simple action right.
Rafael, posing as a gentleman of course, helped me up by putting both of his hands on my waist and lifted me to the seat. I immediately shot a glare towards Eriol's way who stood in front of the two horses holding the reins. My glare meant, don't do anything stupid, and by
