The next few days Isolde diligently practiced her riding skills with Chance, she was learning to enjoy the connection of rider and stead. True to his word Elynor came by to watch at first he felt like a distraction but as time went on, she found his presence motivating. His quiet words of encouragement and occasional touch made her want to improve, to impress him.
The crisp winter air invigorated her as she guided Chance around the training arena, her movements becoming more fluid with each passing day. Elynor leaned against the wooden fence, his arms crossed as he observed her progress.
"Your posture has improved," he called out, approval evident in his words. Madam Du Val nodded in response, "Her Grace has a natural talent."
