Moonspear I'm just stitching a scarlet letter

@Hydra!

she tumbles down the mountain, keeping at the speed where her heart remains lodged in her throat, and to slow down now would mean to go crashing down. she's chosen a rather steep incline to descend, and her trot turns to a lope turns to a canter, until she can barely keep up her lightning pace. the manner with which the silver moves to avoid obstacles and keep to her desired trail is almost violent, and the risk of snapping bones is rather uncomfortably high. but the rush, the burn of pure instinct and thrill, is addicting, and only the gradual leveling-out of the descent, or a collision, can hope to slow her now.