Questionable Entrance

[Albert Wesker]

The expression on Kuzan's face didn't grow any cheerier at Ornstein's reaction, and he merely let out a disgruntled sigh, shaking his head in mock irritation. He'd just have to work more on getting this summoning under control. Focus more on details, make sure things came out the way he was intending from the beginning. Otherwise he'd soon enough be unintentionally making a name for himself as someone who couldn't control exactly what they summoned.

The thought of it made him cringe, for some reason.

As he turned his thoughts to actually mounting up to hit the road, his expression turned neutral again, his eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly this didn't seem like the wisest course of action he could have taken... The sudden realization that he had never ridden a horse leapt into his mind, followed shortly by his less-than-perfect balance due to his relatively lax activity lately. The prospct was less than pleasing.

He took a moment to quickly think of a solution, and with a soft murmur of [f]"Better than nothing..."[/b] He slowly, and rather awkwardly, climbed his way into the saddle. And as soon as he was seated, there came the curious, very faint sound of hissing, and two trails of mist rose faintly through the air from the stirrups. The ice man had frozen his legs firmly in place so as not to fall.

Still looking unsteady, he watched as Ornstein started off, and made an effort to spur his own horse on in his wake, mimicing the knight's movements with a....marginal degree of success. With a minor flail and loss of his balance mercifully lasting only a second or two, thanks in large part to his "ingenious" idea to freeze himself in place, he righted himself and managed to remain steady, though he firmly doubted if he would ever voluntarily choose a horse as a means of conveyance again.

Though it seemed much longer to the former navyman, it took only the passing of several minutes before he first caught sight of a good sign. Flanked here and there by trees on either side, and more often by shrubbery and ditches, a clear road or pathway winding along the grassy field and through small hills. Lifting one arm, he indicated as much. "Looks to be a road or something over there," he said plainly. He was eager to get to the city in the distance and back on his own two feet, and a road meant swifter, and hopefully easier, travelling.