A road in the fields

[brigida]

"Better for you, then," she hissed quietly, and yanked the reigns away from him, forcing her horse into a straight gallop down the trail.

[The Smith]

Timm was up on his horse and right behind her in moments passing her he reached out and tried to grab her reigns again.

[brigida]

Tristeza pulled hard on the reigns freezing her horse momentarily, and circling him cleanly to his other side as he began to turn after her. She bent down low over the animal and spurred it on vehemently willing it to take her further, faster, as though she could escape her troubles on horseback.

[The Smith]

As she pulls back he lost his balance and fell from his mount. He lies motionless on the ground in a pile.

[brigida]

After a solid thirty seconds dead sprint, Tristeza hazarded a glnce backwards. She saw nothing, and slowed to a trott, gazing intently backwards down the path. Her eyes narrowed as no pursuit came, even after a long moment had passed. Tristeza stopped, and turned the horse around. She waited perfectly still, her eyes perplexed for him to come down the trail, but the grain simply swayed in the wind, almost without sound, and the path behind her remained deserted.

After a moment of this which felt far too long, and far too silent, Tristeza ventured back. She saw his horse first, whinnying in impatient dismay, before she saw Timm on the ground. She dismounted quickly before she had time to think better of it, and dropped to both knees beside him. She checked for pulse, and breathing.

[The Smith]

Timm opened his eyes and grabbed her arms, rolling over he tried to pin her beneath his weight. "Tell me what is wrong or we will be battling all the way To King's Landing."

[brigida]

Tristeza struggled valiantly against him, but his advantage of surprise and strength were no match for her. Pinned down, she collapsed her muscles, and glared poisonously up at him, "I said nothing!" she repeated angrily, beginning to wriggle in protest once more.

[The Smith]

"And the only thing that says 'nothing' is your lying mouth." Timm practically spit with anger, "Tell me."

[brigida]

"Damn it, Timm, Get off of me!" Tristeza shouted in dismay, breathing heavily with the exertion of her efforts against him.

[The Smith]

Timm screamed right back at her, "No... tell me!!"

[brigida]

"You're hurting me," she snarled, glaring at him coldly.

[The Smith]

Timm relented and stood up. Sighing deeply; he pleaded, "Please tell me."

[brigida]

Tristeza stood up, and stalked back to her mount, brushing the dirt from her apparel. "What isn't wrong would be a better question." she muttered, as she lifted herself onto the horse once more.

[The Smith]

Timm watched her sadly, but did not move for his horse. "Do you want me to leave? You do not seem to be able to stand my sight. I can return to Braavos, and wait for you there."

[brigida]

"I'd rather not add death to the list of my troubles, but I appreciate your offer." Tristeza rolled her eyes, though she was turned so that he could not see.