You lie against him.
Or should you say... hoofsteps? Opening your eyes you realize that
the boy you were riding on is gone- or rather- has changed. You are
now perched, riding bareback, on a snow-white
stallion.
You lean against his back and close your eyes in relief. He picks you
up, piggyback-style. He runs. His strides seem to become wider and
wider. Suddenly you hear an extra set of footsteps.
