Khaat's horse only put up with so much of Khaat holding him back. Then he became disobedient and took off like he'd been shot out of a gun. A lesser rider might have been frightened and miffed, but Khaat simply decided to let him run and get it out of his system. She shifted easily in order to accomodate her horse's change of pace.
""He has a mind of his own," Khaat shouted as they passed Steven. "Sorry about that." She wasn't really worried whether Steven could keep up, except that Khaat's horse was a bit bigger and his strides were huge and long. Steven's horse would have to run a bit harder to keep up with the enormous black stallion she was on. She was beginning to wonder of the horse had sired a cold that would be just as big as this one was.
The horse dashed off the trail when the trail curved and kept running in a straight line, right through a small woods. The next thing she knew, something crashed hard down on her head and she fell hard onto the ground as her horse gallopped off into the darkness. Her vision went black for a moment, and when she looked up, the black horse and disappeared into the black of the night.
"Damn," she cursed softly, her head pounding. She laid her hand to her head and found a goosegg already forming, and blood on her hand. "Well, that'll be pretty in the morning," she sighed. She looked to see what she had hit her head on. She looked up, and saw she had not seen a low hanging treebranch in the dark of night at the speed she was riding. "What an idiot," she cursed herself. "Just one more thing Daddy will never let me live down." And besides that, she'd lost Brian's horse. She didn't know if he would ever come back.