“Now, … mount!” Tanner called.
“Really? You don’t see anything wrong with this picture?” Chase retorted.
It was two days later and Tanner had cruelly taken control of the three pegasi. He had fashioned halters from vines on the shore and had made leadlines with spare rope from the shipwreck. He had then made Chase assist him in rigorous rituals to try to tame the three pegasi. Both Landwalkers had suffered numerous kicks in the process, but the three steeds had grudgingly accepted their halters although they were rather bitter about it--Dewberry especially, who shook her head in frustration almost constantly whenever her halter was on. Then Tanner had moved on to lunging. Currently Clawfire was on the lunge line; Tanner had realized he was the most accepting of the three pegasi since he had a connection with Chase already. For this reason, Tanner made him the one to fare the worst. Now, back to what was happening.
Chase steeled himself and stepped forward, towards Clawfire. Clawfire knew exactly what was happening and quickly devised a counterplan. He turned his back side-on to Chase, as if inviting him to mount. He nodded to Chase, then turned his neck to make eye contact with Tanner. Surprised but not wanting to show it, Chase nodded back and put his hands on Clawfire’s withers. Not only did Clawfire not object, but he spread his wings out lowered on the ground to give Chase an easier time mounting. Chase was incredibly surprised with how tolerant the white stallion was being, but he pushed that thought aside and swung his leg over Clawfire’s back to mount him.
(I'm SO sorry about how long I haven't been writing and I'm sorry that this one is pretty short, but I will probably be writing more often now)