panzersoldat: (old knight)
Reinhardt Wilhelm ([personal profile] panzersoldat) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2018-04-15 09:39 am (UTC)

[ It's exhilarating. Riding against the storm. He feels as if he's going faster than if he was charging in his armor. He can feel the tug of wild wind in his hair, feel it kissing his face. His heart is pounding. His blood sings from the excitement of it all. This is something he would remember to the end of his days.

He really does feel like he's riding the storm itself.

It's over far too soon. His strange house is right there, right before him. He has to cling even harder so as not to get thrown off when the unicorn rears. He keeps his seat, thighs clutching that much more and he laughs a little. Laughs because that had been so exciting.

But they are at his RV. He can hear the snorts of his horse in the trailer. Grani is safe, but Grani can smell the Unicorn. He's certain it's because the stallion can smell another stallion. Territorial and all that. But he can't just dismount and hide without thanks. That would be rude!

He slides off the animals back and steps around to the front to reach up and just tenderly stroke that noble nose. ]
I can't thank you enough for this. Let me at least give you an apple or carrots or oats as a gift. Or a blanket to ward off the weather. Something. You deserve it.

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