His seed had planted and sprouted and surged like some sort of Giant-leading beanstalk, if the truth be told. She is rubbing it with her feet, with her knees, with the ground once she bows low on her knees to rub it across the sandy earth. She is suddenly rear to earth too, hearing his command and being so accustomed to obedience when she was in the bridle that the panic makes her instinctively halt and drop. He approaches and her tail lashes at the ground, for all the world seeming an irritated cat more than a horse for that moment.

He investigates her head, looking over it, snorting so that she feels his hot breath along the ridge of her shaved crest. He tugs, lipping at the side strap and pulling her head as the bit managed her by the mouth. He tugs this way, that way, managing to manipulate her head with ease as the humans often had done. She is obedient beneath the investigation - perhaps perverted for him to see such a fiery lady so easily controlled in the face of her truer nature. His apology is met with a low and throaty nicker, the jangling and clinking metal bits responding to his manipulation.

He unloops an ear by chance just before he lays his teeth hard into the throatlatch leather and when it loosens, he welcomes her to try again and she lunges back to her feet with a head thrown back and then down so that the bit clacks the back of her teeth as the ears slip free with the broken strap at her throat and it sails over her head with the loop of reins hanging it about her shoulders and threatening to trip her at a run.

She manipulates her mouth, her tongue, shaking herself vigorously, before twisting in on her own neck to grab the rein loop and throw it to the earth to stamp on it in a profession of finality. She tramples it, stamps and kicks and carries on as if it had been asp or rattlesnake or viper. No more. No more bridle to bid her turn or bend when she only wished to run straight on. "I would have sold my soul for that to be gone from me. For all this two-legged wreck to be gone from me." She eyes him carefully, view unmarred by brow adornment and bedecked bridle.