Tantivy – at a gallop

They were utterly beautiful in their march – the coats gleaming under the sun, their manes swooshing at their pace, their gallop indeed – and those animals’ beauty was as stunning as the memory she had of the last time she rode one of them – at an impetuous nose-up she almost fell in a briar.

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