It was romantic and it was, perhaps, an unconscious choice on Damien's part but now that Zack was up here it felt nice.

"We'll start slow but she has a smooth gait even at a run." Damien told the drummer before clicking. Cyanide's head came up, ears perked and waiting for instructions. He'd trained her since she was a foal and thier bond was strong now. It took almost no movement of the reins to get the mare turned and walking down the path into the park.

People were staring of course, and taking pictures, but it was more for the huge dappled horse than the two men on her back. Her walk had a gentle, slow roll to it without any jerking or odd pulls.

"Comfortable?" Damien asked as he tightened his arms around Zack, not needed for the ride. No, this was flirting.