More air on my skin.
I wanted to feel like I wasflying, the way Veil and I used to.
But as we rounded the back of the property Ember’s hoof landed at the edge of a rock that was a little too big. She stopped short and reared a little, and for a split second, my veins went cold.
“Whoa, there, girl,” I said. “Whoa, there.”
She nearly bucked enough that I slid off the saddle. But I changed my position and leaned downward a little, and she settled just long enough for me to slide off and check her hoof.
“You’re okay. Just a bad rock, Ember.”
She was clearly upset. Riding wasn’t going to be a good idea for the rest of today. I stroked her mane a few times, trying to get her to regain trust in me after the bad experience.
I walked alongside her, slowly, as she trotted the rest of the way back around to the stables. I got her in, comfortable, fed and watered, and headed back in toward the little house.
I opened up the two paned back doors that led to my new bedroom, kicking off my boots before stepping inside. I left the doors open wide, allowing air to come in.
The cool mattress hit my back as I lay down. I didn’t have much right now, but I finally had a good bed. Like a slice of fucking heaven.
I took out my phone, navigating to my messages with Max.
Draven Lyons
Where are you?
Max Baby Blue
Home.
Yeah, I knew that already.
Where are you?
In a hell of my own making.
How very emo of you.
I laughed softly, pulling in a long breath.
I moved the phone upward to snap a photo of myself, lying back on my bed. My shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing one of the tattoos that snaked out over my chest, and I thought Max might like a little look at that.
I sent it over.
Max Baby Blue
What’s the tattoo?
Draven Lyons
Knew you’d like it.
Didn’t say I liked it. But… I do. It’s gorgeous art.
It’s the edge of a Luna moth’s wing. Symbolizes newness, transformation. Change.
I hate change. Getting a little tired of it lately.
I just got done riding. You know, that thing you didn’t believe I really knew how to do.