Riding On The Beach

The horse powerful legs dug into the soft sand as they galloped over the dunes. They came flying over the mountains of sand and urged their mighty steeds forward onto the surf hardened sand and continued to coax their fine mounts faster into a dead run. Neither horse gave an inch as their riders leaned farther down on their necks as they urged them on. They came to a sliding halt when they hit the surf, the man gave the woman an appreciative glance as they turned their horses away from the ocean and walked them down the beach. As the horses walked among the seashells and rippling surf the man and the woman made small talk while watching each other’s bodies moving comfortably with the rhythm of their horses. The man watched the woman’s every movement like a cat would do if it was watching a mouse. He was taking in the sleekness of her body, her shining hair and the confident air she possessed her horse with while moving with the movements of her horse. She felt his penetrating gaze and was making observations of her own. She had felt from the first moment they met that there was something drawing them together. He gave off the aura of being powerful and aloof, always watching her as if he was trying to find out answers to questions he hadn’t asked, always disguising his true intentions and fencing with her with his glances instead of a sword. She suspected he was trying to feel her out without letting her know what he really was trying to find out for reasons known only to himself. She liked verbal sparring as long as there was no malicious intent and she was also intrigued by his interest in her. Would she ever find out what he was thinking she wondered?

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