Post by [Faye] s c a n l o n on Dec 30, 2006 15:52:53 GMT
Welcome to the world of magic
The day had been chilly, and had grown chillier towards the darling sunset that cast shadows over the beach. Not many people were on it, which was rather unusual. All the better, for Faye.
The large chestnut mare tore down the beach, waters lapping gently at her fetlocks. The deep footprints she made in the sand quickly disapeared, the sandy earth torn mercilessly by her hooves quickly smoothed beneath the waves that rose and fell. Water sprayed about the Arabian, her movements brisk and powerful. Her reddish coat gleamed in the setting sun, mane and tail flying out behind her in the strong winds created only by her speed. Her legs were merely blurs beneath her petite form, carrying her over the sands as swiftly as could be.
And, atop the horse, a maiden fair. Well, not really. Just Faye. SHe leaned low over her horse's neck, standing in the stirrups to let the reins on a long release. Her legs tightly encircled the Arabian's sides, pressing her forwards. Her position was flawless and her manner expertise, as she sat lightly in the saddle and urged the horse on. Mane hair tickled every feature of her face as they galloped.
But, soon, the pleasureable danger ended, as the equestrienne began to recognize the horse's heavy breathing. Sweat spotted the arabian's neck, and though Billy would run to her death, if asked, Faye knew it was time to stop. Reluctantly, she sat back in the saddle, sliding her fingers up the reins. Taking a firm hold, she gently brought the two leather straps towards her waist, and the mare obediantly slowed.
Faye, too, was a little out of breath, as she patted her mare's neck. SHe loosened the reins once more, allowing Billy her head as they continued at a steady walk.
Good girl, Billy, she murmured, under her breath. The horse's ears flickered backwards to catch her lyrics, continueing the pace easily. Yes, she could've run farther- no, she wasn't thirsty. Still, Faye thought it better to allow the young mare a bit of rest.
The woman's legs were framed by beige johdphurs, over the wrap that tightly enclosed her left shin. Pointed-toe eqestrian boots rose to her ankles, tightly laced and bound. A baggy turquoise sweater over her torso, it was apparent that the woman was dressed for comfort and warmth. Her hair was pulled back into a loose and messy bun, revealing her neck.
AS the horse and rider plodded along the beach, the brunette's eyes gleamed with happiness. This was the reason for living.
One you'll never leave behind
The day had been chilly, and had grown chillier towards the darling sunset that cast shadows over the beach. Not many people were on it, which was rather unusual. All the better, for Faye.
The large chestnut mare tore down the beach, waters lapping gently at her fetlocks. The deep footprints she made in the sand quickly disapeared, the sandy earth torn mercilessly by her hooves quickly smoothed beneath the waves that rose and fell. Water sprayed about the Arabian, her movements brisk and powerful. Her reddish coat gleamed in the setting sun, mane and tail flying out behind her in the strong winds created only by her speed. Her legs were merely blurs beneath her petite form, carrying her over the sands as swiftly as could be.
And, atop the horse, a maiden fair. Well, not really. Just Faye. SHe leaned low over her horse's neck, standing in the stirrups to let the reins on a long release. Her legs tightly encircled the Arabian's sides, pressing her forwards. Her position was flawless and her manner expertise, as she sat lightly in the saddle and urged the horse on. Mane hair tickled every feature of her face as they galloped.
But, soon, the pleasureable danger ended, as the equestrienne began to recognize the horse's heavy breathing. Sweat spotted the arabian's neck, and though Billy would run to her death, if asked, Faye knew it was time to stop. Reluctantly, she sat back in the saddle, sliding her fingers up the reins. Taking a firm hold, she gently brought the two leather straps towards her waist, and the mare obediantly slowed.
Faye, too, was a little out of breath, as she patted her mare's neck. SHe loosened the reins once more, allowing Billy her head as they continued at a steady walk.
Good girl, Billy, she murmured, under her breath. The horse's ears flickered backwards to catch her lyrics, continueing the pace easily. Yes, she could've run farther- no, she wasn't thirsty. Still, Faye thought it better to allow the young mare a bit of rest.
The woman's legs were framed by beige johdphurs, over the wrap that tightly enclosed her left shin. Pointed-toe eqestrian boots rose to her ankles, tightly laced and bound. A baggy turquoise sweater over her torso, it was apparent that the woman was dressed for comfort and warmth. Her hair was pulled back into a loose and messy bun, revealing her neck.
AS the horse and rider plodded along the beach, the brunette's eyes gleamed with happiness. This was the reason for living.
One you'll never leave behind