The girl, who wore no riding-habit, looked around for a moment, as if to assure herself that all humanity was out of view, then dexterously dropped backwards flat upon the pony's back, her head over its tail, her feet against its shoulders, and her eyes to the sky.
She's not like other girls-- she's a rebel. Still smart enough to abide by patriarchal rules in public. But how and where did she learn to maneuver so well on a horse?
