Fable bounded across the land, a streak of silver over rolling hills and scant forests. His gait was long and smooth, cresting and falling like a boat bobbing across the sea. Each time his paws touched down, we lunged forward with a renewed burst of speed. The wind buffeted me with every stride, tugging my hair in a crimson wave, while the soft gold of my aura dragged behind us like a comet's tail, lingering for several hundred feet before dissipating.
At first, I clenched Fable's fur tightly, knuckles white, but as the minutes and then hours dragged on, I couldn't help but relax. Our speed was terrifying, but Fable moved with practiced gentility, his body absorbing the shock of every bound. It was soothing, in a way, and I found myself dozing. Occasionally, a tough landing or a sudden surge of altitude would jolt me awake, my heart racing, but these moments grew less and less frequent. By the time night fell, I was sound asleep.
