[The horse jerks forward, gently, but it still takes Tifa off guard. He'll feel her fingers tightening around his arm, and she averts her eyes to the horse to watch it move below them. It's easy enough, and once she finds her balance, it's not so bad. It kind of is—surprisingly—like riding a chocobo, although the horse has four legs instead of two. It feels sturdy, but his arms around her help as well.
And when she's become more comfortable with the pace, she gives the horse a pat on the back of thee head before her hand returns to his arm, and her gaze to him.]
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And when she's become more comfortable with the pace, she gives the horse a pat on the back of thee head before her hand returns to his arm, and her gaze to him.]
Is she supposed to be yours?