show them the joy and the pain and the ending
There is something very few know about her, something she has never felt the need to share: she loves to run. In the desert, she had flown across the sands on a daily basis until her neck gleamed with sweat and her barrel heaved. It is the closest she will ever come to flying, at least physically. Oh, she has flown with her brother, with other unwary souls, but only by sight, not in truth.
But the sight has been taken from. And so she has nothing else.
So when the opportunity presents itself, she takes it. Especially considering it is something she is so good at, something she enjoys.
The humans do not phase her, she has seen them before. She has been one before. That they wish to clamor on her back though, that is surprisingly irritating. She could run much better unencumbered.
But for this opportunity, she would bear such a disgrace with dignity.
Besides, once her hooves meet the grassy track, she knows nothing else besides the ring of the bell, the pounding of fleet hooves against earth, the rush of wind in her ears, and the glory of her muscles working in perfect harmony to bring her as close to flying as she will ever come.
And when the finish line comes, it is too soon. Despite the gleam of sweat and the shortness of her breath, it is too soon. She would go forever if she could.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts