Selene was used to pushing her face against Zephyr's back during their rides, with her hands wrapped so tightly around his middle. It was a shield that kept her from seeing anything.
She could smell the crisp wind and the earthy scent of pine. She could hear the rhythmic pounding of Rocco's heavy hooves and the rustling leaves of the trees. She felt the air and the wind, but she was too scared to look.
When the massive beast finally slowed and came to a stop, a new silence fell, broken only by the gentle snort of the horse.
Selene cautiously uncurled herself, peeling her face from Zephyr's back and taking a deep, shuddering breath of air.
She opened her eyes.
A dizzying wave of awe and disbelief washed over her, and her eyes widened in amazement.
