Capturing Movement

"[color=27408b]They are rather exciting,[/color]" Pix commented once they were side by side. As if to prove that she were spirited, Peeka executed a flying change without the command, and kept herself on the wrong lead. Pix laughed then, the short burst of sound transforming her face from cold to warm, dimples appearing in her cheeks as the thought that these horses were too intelligent for their own good crossed her mind. As they continued at the steady pace, Pix spotted something ahead that made her quirk a brow and look over at Mez. Giving the signal, Peeka performed another flying change, back on the right lead which was necessary for the upcoming obstacle in their path.

"[color=27408b]Hold on to her mane and grip with you legs,[/color]" Pix advised before urging Peeka to a gallop, rising forward slightly in anticipation of the rising horse. Wrapping her fingers in the brown and white mane, the sixteen year old still fell against the horse's neck slightly, after clearing the four foot log. That was one drawback of bareback, jumping. Slowing Peeka, Pix stopped some yards after the jump, turning to make sure Mez had made it. It wasn't out of any particular concern for him, if he fell, she'd have to chase after Piper or the horse mat be injured, and she'd probably have to check on him too.

'Good thing I stopped' was the thought in Pix's head as Peeka turned on her signal and they trotted to the dysfunctional riding duo. Once there, Pix lifted one leg over Peeka's rump, and she landed gracefully on her feet. Turning she walked over the Mez, regarding him with with a quirked brow. Peeka followed, resting her head on the short girl's shoulder.

"[color=27408b]What happened to holding on to her mane?[/color]" no questions over how he was, no concerned tone. In Pix's mind he wouldn't have stood if he was fatally injured, so the questions would simply be pointless. Without looking, she reached up a hand to stroke the horse's cheek, unaffected by the weight of the animal's head.

"[color=27408b]It's not a pleasant feeling and I'm sure she'd appreciate the act, if she had feeling in her mane,[/color]" Pix stated, still stroking the cheek of Peeka. After her words, she placed a hand under the horse's whiskery chin, waiting till the head was lifted before moving to the log. Peeka followed, understanding without any urging to stand beside the log so that Pix could use it as a mounting black.

Unsteadily climbing the dead tree, Pix faced Peeka, grabbing both reins and mane in one hand, she gently sat upon the horse. Using only her legs, she turned Peeka and walked a few paces from Mez, looking back over her shoulder.
"[color=27408b]Come on,[/color]" she urged without impatience.

"[color=27408b]No, no feeling,[/color]" she stated the words, taking one hand from the reins to wrap her fingers in the multi-colored hair along the neck of Peeka, tugging it without the horse noticing. When Pix turned to see his reaction, she noted a rather downtrodden turn to his features.
"[color=27408b]What's the matter?[/color]" voice was still emotionless as she let Peeka pick her own path.

So he risked his life to save someone, and with that acknowledgment of such a noble deed, Pix's respect was won. It wasn't that simple act alone though, it was coupled with his concern for her picture and his kind treatment of Piper, even when she committed acts that would cause a normal person to snap. It was as if a hard edge to her face lifted, though there was still no smile and it wasn't as if she were going to share her darkest secrets with him. Still, it changed her attitude toward him enough that she would at least attempt for her words not to be overly cynical when she responded.

"[color=27408b]It's impossible to comprehend romantic love at our age, but if this girl believed that she had such feelings for you, she never would've left. Everybody's complex,[/color]" she added with a quirked brow in his direction. Pix didn't quite understand how most people viewed the opposite gender as a complete mystery, they share the same thoughts and feelings most of the time. With a soft sigh and pat of Peeka's neck, the thought of preferring horses to people crossed her mind.