"Fantastic," Maka muttered, giving Karvar another wary look as she edged closer. She'd never really been much of a horse person--she didn't dislike them on principle or anything, but they were large and expensive to care for, and so she'd never really gotten used to being around them. And while she could ride, she wasn't particularly accomplished at it.
Suppose it's good thing I'm not riding alone, then.
Gods, how had she ended up in this situation? She'd spent almost her entire life trying to avoid the Dead.
Lingering with bemusement on that particular thought, she huffed out a breath and took Seussal's hand, letting him help swing her up onto the undead horse behind him.
"Oohhhhhkay. High," she muttered as she settled herself onto the animal and realized the snowy ground was much further away from her than she'd been expecting. Instinctively, and completely illogically, she tried to grab at her riding partner to steady herself, like she would have with a more typical companion. She nearly pulled back with a yelp, but fear of falling off the horse kept her in place. "Sweet gods, you're freezing," she grumbled, feeling awkward and more nervous than she liked.