i want crazy. [saint patrick]

[brandy]

i don't want easy, i want crazy...

~*~

I grinned lightly at my mount, ready to do it. Patrick felt totally different underneath me today, his energy pulsating throughout his veins and his auds pricked forward, almost excited, rather than his usually flicking, scared ears. I smiled now as I leaned down into his mane. I counted off and in a split second, the bay shot off. Surefootedly, Patrick's auds flew forward once he realized he was racing the wind on his own rather than with a companion. I felt him mouth the bit, wanting to gallop forward but I kept him in my hands.

He was being the brave, strong lion of a horse that I knew he could be. I leaned further into his mane as we galloped around the turn with gusto, his strides full of contained energy. He was starting to tense under the pressure of being held back but I cooed lightly over the wind to my colt. I showed him the whip and kneaded my hands on his neck twice, giving him a little go-ahead. He shot forward now but didn't use too much in the process. The speed he gave me was blinding, showing me the tenacity he had in him.

We rounded the turn, our speed slowly increasing. He was elated now as I watched his auds flicker forward again, giving him a youthful, excited face as he galloped down the homestretch. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face as Patrick slowed beneath me. His walk was eager and his auds were pricked forward. He heaved a sigh and it was at that moment I knew that this guy really could be a lion.