It wasn't often, that she got to be on an actual horse like this. More often than not she was in the carriage the horses were pulling, being carried from place to place with little say in where she was going and why. Most of the time it was because she had some big party to go to, with lots of men - men who needed wives, as her mother would sometimes say, helping her get ready for these events and not caring that Halimeda wanted nothing to do with said events and said men. And even now she went to events like that, hoping to impress and hoping to draw favor upon the Karpusi family.
Not that it mattered at the moment; right now all that mattered was getting used to the horse and trying not to look like a fool in front of the leading man. It was another one of those terrible events, only this time it wasn't filled with dancing and useless talk - this time it was filled with heated discussions while taking walks and breaking your back while you tried to stay balanced. Halimeda sighed, absently running her hand over the horse's neck. She didn't have much reason to be here, but Heracles was busy elsewhere and someone needed to be here to make the family look good.
That was why staying on the horse mattered so much. This man loved horses, adored them. He thought that anyone who couldn't ride a horse wasn't worth his time, making this time absolutely crucial for proving themselves. After all, he was one of the richest men in the area and having his support would be good for something or other, Heracles hadn't been too vocal about that. Looking around briefly, Halimeda made her horse speed up a little, just so she was closer to the front. She had to actually be visible for this to work after all.