Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 0:39:19 GMT
I WILL DO GREAT THINGS
on my father's wings.
The air was growing stale and damp; the skies were becoming dark with a threat of a storm. Earlier in the day she had thought she would be free to go for a ride on one of the horses, not thinking that a storm would come this soon or at all really. That morning she had rose early, like she always did, to go tend to the horses and then get them ready to ride. Of course today was one of her off days, so instead of getting them all ready she pulled her horse from the rest, got the saddle on her and had rode into the fields. The wind blowing through her hair had brought a smile to her face, it was like a dream. A dream that she had forgotten. Of course her father didn’t really like her and horses coming together but she didn’t care, she loved the feeling of being alive and free when on a horse.
Her horses took off through the tall grass and the clearing was going by in a fast pace. The green of the grass was just a blob of color and streaks as she raced past them. She needed to get back to the horse shelter before rain came down on the two of them. “Yah!” she cried causing the horse to go faster through the tall grass. And soon she found herself on the outskirts of the village, pulling into the fence of the horse stable, she slowly slipped from the horse and upon getting down the sound of something not too far off was heard, she turned around looking out.
“Who is there?” she called.
THANKS ANNECORDELIA
