[Once Cecelia is on and her arms are around his broad core—the sound of the machine activating quickly following—Barnabas braces himself. He quickly slips his foot into the now unoccupied stirrup to cement his hold and posture, one hand taking hold of the rope provided for the grip, digging his heels in tightly. As the machine begins to dip and buck. Barnabas tightens his hold with his thighs, strong as a vice, and he naturally follows the movements with the skill and practice of a rider worthy of the name, his free arm staying aloft to help counter balance the movements.
Something that is a bit more difficult with someone holding onto him, but that is nothing he cannot adapt for. However, for all Barnabas has an inhumanly strong grip—both with his hand and his thighs—the precarious position that Cecelia's in does nothing to help either of them. Least of all her, since she is left to only hold on with her arms, and less so with her legs.
So with the bucking, jerking around, and spinning...hopefully she's really good at clinging!]
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Something that is a bit more difficult with someone holding onto him, but that is nothing he cannot adapt for. However, for all Barnabas has an inhumanly strong grip—both with his hand and his thighs—the precarious position that Cecelia's in does nothing to help either of them. Least of all her, since she is left to only hold on with her arms, and less so with her legs.
So with the bucking, jerking around, and spinning...hopefully she's really good at clinging!]