Mia kicked Harper again, terror spurring her on. She looked neither left nor right, but continued forward, looking not for the path now, but for safety.
Ahead, in the distance, the red seemed to fade. She had to get there. Had to reach beyond the place where these flowers fell like feathersoft razors.
The first few to hit her skin, she dismissed easily, but the streaks could only be ignored for so long. Blood. She was sure of it, or at least sure enough to let horror take hold and make her push Harper harder than she ever had before.
Even the previous day's sprint could not match the effort of the moment. Standing slightly in the stirrups, Mia urged the horse into the fastest possible pace.
Harper was not the quickest animal amongst them. The others could keep up, she was sure… well, except for Denholm's former horse, who she didn't know very well. She glanced over at Ford, who was thankfully still beside her.
Self talk is important. So is recognizing your limitations. For instance, Tell yourself you can do it is a great way to urge yourself onto success unless you're trying to jump the Grand Canyon on an motorcycle. Please don't try it.
******Starting today, I will be dropping most of the privilege tiers, leaving only the mandatory 2-chapter, 1-coin tier since WinWin is over. Since free readers using fastpasses might want to catch up, I will only be releasing 1 chapter a day for several days to give them that chance, and also so I can build my stockpile back up after it got away from me for a while. Thanks for your readership!!*****