03-21-2012, 06:54 PM
Caprica smiled into the whipping black mane as she heard the other horse's drumming hoofbeats recede a little, and then frowned in concern to hear Rohan's harsh breathing, see the sweat breaking out on her flanks. Caprica was no easy burden, no flyweight jockey and this was a rare run. The Anatheman 'whoa'd and collected up the reins to slow her horse, feeling the sinews in her tightly-gripping legs aching as well. Well, they had been caught up in the moment, and it had been worth it for the thrill.
She looked over her shoulder, and smiled in an almost dangerous manner from beneath her sweeping fringe of hair to see the other rider still advancing down the trail, up-close still an impressive sight, darkly cloaked with the cloth hanging in such a way as to from the angle suggest the horse sported great raven's wings. To Caprica's fanciful mind, at least.
"You have a good sprinter there," she offered magnanimously, but her eyes danced to the tune of unspoken words. But I have the winner. Thankfully, her competitive nature did not come laced with quite enough stupidity to voice such thoughts aloud: besides, it was stretching the truth more than a little, but Caprica did not deny herself these moments of self-grandeur.
She looked over her shoulder, and smiled in an almost dangerous manner from beneath her sweeping fringe of hair to see the other rider still advancing down the trail, up-close still an impressive sight, darkly cloaked with the cloth hanging in such a way as to from the angle suggest the horse sported great raven's wings. To Caprica's fanciful mind, at least.
"You have a good sprinter there," she offered magnanimously, but her eyes danced to the tune of unspoken words. But I have the winner. Thankfully, her competitive nature did not come laced with quite enough stupidity to voice such thoughts aloud: besides, it was stretching the truth more than a little, but Caprica did not deny herself these moments of self-grandeur.