{Third Person}
But in the chaos and fear, Amara remained calm.
This wasn't her first time experiencing this. Her grip tightened. She moved with the horse, shifting her weight slightly as her hands adjusted the reins with small, controlled movements.
The horse resisted at first, pulling harder, testing her control. But she didn't break or force it. And gradually, the pace slowed, and the resistance weakened until finally, the horse stopped.
A solid silence followed.
They reached her one after the other, relief written plainly across their faces.
Elowen was the first to speak, her hand pressed against her chest as she exhaled deeply. "You—" she paused, still catching her breath. "How did you do that?"
Amara looked down at her, calm, composed, as if her heart hadn't been racing at all.
She thought for a moment, then simply said, "I learnt a bit from an instructor back home."
No one laughed this time or questioned her. They were still staring at her.
