Catherine lowered her head so she could whisper to the agitated mare. Let's not step on them, 'kay? Wait a little bit... She said to the restless horse. A chill crossed her body right after the other pack's leader arm fell in the signal they had waited for. She did not needed to do anything. As soon as the other horses mentioned to race, she was already in the air, taking the grayish woman by surprise.
Her light body was quickly throw backwards, but a quick hand held her on top of the running horse by little. Using the strengh she had on her arms, she pulled herself forward again, giving the cream creature a light boost.
Now, there was little she could do over Bluma. When that animal take off, no one can stop it. That was good, somehow. All she could see was the other racers pass very slowly through them, and felt the small mare nearly fly to keep up the pace. It was one competitive horse, that's for sure.
Adrenaline made the butterflies in her stomach turn into albatrosses. She could barely feel her limbs, and the gushes of wind pressed her still in that position, numbing her face. Half shut eyes tried to fight the wind and dust rosen by the other horses' steps. The sound of the air and hooves in her ears were unbearable, the crowd impossible to hear. The most surprising was that it felt good.
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