"Tomorrow, actually," Anya said after a moment. Jessamine gasped.
"Really?" she asked eagerly.
"Yes, but it is dependent upon something."
"What?"
"You successfully using your Horse Witch magic," Anya said. Jessamine cocked her head curiously. "All Witches can put their magic into a Witch's Pony while they ride. This enables the Witch's Pony to go even faster than it could just using its inherent magical speed. Horse Witches have even more power in this than a regular Witch. It would take us a few days were you a regular Witch. But we should arrive tomorrow night thanks to your status as a Horse Witch."
"Okay. Tell me what to do," Jessamine said. Roan unlatched from her breast and began to fuss. Jessamine groaned. "Let me take care of Roan first."
"Take your time," Anya said. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't amused by Prince Jasper taking the role of a single mother to a newborn. Once Jessamine took care of Roan and settled him down to sleep for the night, she rejoined Anya.
"Now tell me," she said, excitement in her gray eyes.
"Tomorrow, when we ride, you will keep one hand on my skin at all times. Your magic is in your chest. You need to calm it down and then send it through me."
"How do I do that?"
"Imagine your magic as warmth from a small fire, then imagine that heat traveling from your chest, down your, arm, and entering me through your hand. From there, I will handle things."
(Hopefully), Anya thought to herself. She knew the theory behind this tactic, and had done it on a Witch's Pony before as a rider. But she had never been on the other end before. They practiced Jessamine sending her magic to Anya a few times before deciding to go to bed.
In the morning, Jessamine returned Roan to horse form so he could nurse from Anya while she broke camp and packed up for the ride. One Roan was full, Jessamine made him human again and placed him in his sling. She mounted Anya.
"Ready?" Anya asked. Jessamine placed a hand on the side of her neck. Magic began to trickle through the contact.
"Yes!"
"Then let us leave," Anya said. Jessamine dug her heels into Anya's sides. Tapping into her Witch's Pony magic, Anya took off at a gallop.