Post by Rhys Blake on Jun 10, 2012 17:18:18 GMT -8
The boy straightened up over Czar’s back, patting his shoulder affectionately, before he tangled a gloved hand into the thick, long strands of mane. The horse tossed his head, shaking the moisture which had gathered from the ride out of his fur for the moment, seeming to be uncomfortable with the chilling touch it provided. Rhys was patient, and after a few strides from the fence, gave him a gentle kick, sending the horse into a trot to catch up, and then parallel, Lake. He shifted in the saddle to regard the girl for a moment, and then look off into the distance again at the incoming storm. “Good. It looks like we’ll make it back just in time.”