The Astarte of the B

Even though the old horse's hooves could almost crush it in one step, it still darted straight toward its master from between the horse's hooves.,"No, not really. I haven't had much time to practice at all. You handle the training, you know that.",Retracting his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse with a light and silent grace. Perhaps even the world's finest riders couldn't match him in their control over a steed.。