That still doesn't sound any kind of comfortable, and she's ridden some old pieces of dren that barely held together when they took atmo. Still, she isn't one to balk from something like this, so she checks that her feet are positioned right in the - stirrup, he said? - and then gets the horse going again, pressing her heels in until she shifted into that bouncing pace.

Chiana grits her teeth until she finds the right rhythm to, well, post, apparently, and then it's less painful, at least.