Loose Tea and Labyrinths
an excerpt

Violet climbed up upon Henry's great back. She took a deep breath, then nudged Henry's sides with her toes, which barely reached him, both because of his mighty height and her small stature. "Come on," she whispered as she leaned into his silvery grey neck. "Let's fly."

And fly they did. Violet could barely breathe as they plunged headlong into the wind that was whipping through the hills and the rocky crags. They flew, Henry's great hooves beating against the earth like a thousand plunging pulsating pushing heartbeats, breaking through her rib cage to beat into the world, into the night air, the night sky, the stars - oh, the stars, the stars, the stars, moons, planets, galaxies, Henry's hoofbeats were pounding into other worlds as they flew, they flew, they flew, no longer one being, but one, an airy form made of stars and night and light, not horse and girl, but memory and being with hooves, flying, flying, flying, flying into the night. They leaped, they soared, they were birds, they were planes, they were spectacular in the night sky, they were stars blazing down from earth, blazing down the hill, flying, leaping, bounding, flying, blazing, shining on, shining on, shining silver, shining on.

Violet gripped Henry's sides with her thighs as best as she could, but even as she gritted her teeth, she felt no fear. They plunged, they dove like swans in water only instead of into water they dove into the air, plunging, diving, running, running, flying, running, galloping. Violet's brown hair flew out behind her, her knuckles looked whitish pale in the moonlight which fell in knife-like strips of white pale light from between the few clouds that it hid behind. It was as if someone had taken a carving knife and had cut long strips of silver fabric to lay over the land, over everything, as the horse and girl rode on, rode on, rode on into the night. Slivers of silver fell over everything. Stars shone silver over their heads. It was as if someone had covered everything in deep blue and silver, had taken a paintbrush full of molten silver and night to cover everything like a painted canvas.