For the past month and a half, I had been hard at work with my feisty little mare. It had taken a long time to get to the point we were at today, and I was so proud of both of us. There was no doubt that we would not win, yet winning was not my intention. Mab could not, would not work under saddle - bring any form of tack into her sight, and she was off like a bullet, destroying the offending object with hooves and teeth. Not that it mattered. I could ride her fine without any sort of tack. With one hand on the neck of my beautiful mustang, and the other tangled up into her glossy burnt chestnut mane, I smiled at her, breathing in her scent for a moment before flicking one hand down, her command to bow. In graceful, sweeping movements, she lowered herself to the ground, her forelock almost touching the dusty earth. Quietly, I moved astride her, and when she rose, we rose as one. Perched on her back, my legs circling about her warm flank, my flesh touching hers, I felt a part of a greater circle. With subtle, gentle movements, I guided her about, my lips curved upward into a permanent smile as we danced together, connected in our hearts. An invisible string tied me to her, joining our hearts, our souls into a permanent connection. Grinning, we increased our tempo, legs becoming a blur, the ground shifting and stirring. Together, we were something beyond any restrictions, any reality. It were as if we were of the spirit realm, come down to earth simply to dance and share our glee with the rest of the world.
