HOOFBEATS
THUNDERED FROM BEHIND. IMMINENT. Aurelia flung herself farther forward, low
against the neck of her mare. Go Bianca! She urged. The muscles beneath her
shifted into a smooth firing of movement, and the gray horse burst into a more
rapid pace, soaring over the stones and sand. The spring air turned cold as it
sheeted across the exposed section of Aurelia’s face, and the thinning fir
trees along the road blurred into solid walls of forest green as the sound of
Bianca’s hooves blended to a single continuous roar.
Exile - Anne Osterlund
Aurelia #2
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