(Elena's POV)
The beautiful stallion leans forward, affectionately snuggling his massive velvety snout right into my armored torso, nearly knocking me off balance.
I giggle, quickly unlatching his stall door, leading him out, and hopping right onto his back without even needing a saddle. "Whew, let's go, Ravok! Ugh... honestly, that name just doesn't roll off my tongue at all. My Black Beauty it is! Let's go!"
The moment my legs grip his sides, Ravok lets out a sharp, dramatic "FWHRRRRT!" before rearing up on his hind legs with a thunderous, echoing "NEEEIIIIGHHH!"
We tear out of the stables like a streak of red and black lightning! As we gallop through the grand stone pathways of the capital, the contrast is crazy.
Everyone in the city seems completely terrified of the cataclysmic storm howling outside, yet they are so utterly curious about Big Brother's magnificent golden shield that they keep peeking out of their windows, even at this late hour.
