Gentle Trot

Muscle rippled in mesmerizing harmony as methodical impact was made with the ground.

Hot blood, that could turn into a temper, coursed through his veins.

Social while still holding an underlying aloofness resulted in an undeniable command for attention.

And as the sun crept over the hill breaking the nights; shadow, he dismayed at the idea of being outshone.

And any rider was welcome, if they proved worthy.

It was good meeting you Brisingr.

May your days be filled with apple eating and gentle trots.

Photo by Stephen Radford on Unsplash.

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