You're flying upward with too much force to stop by yourself, and the air currents around you prevent you from actually being able to reach anything. As you approach the base of the horses tail, you can't help but look back at the its rear, partially, because that's just the way the air turned you. It's the size of a city, each hair is an apartment buildings and, well, you'd rather not be staring at the puckered ring of flesh as large as a city block.
With a casual flick of the horses black tail, you are careening out from behind it. the hairs move so slowly to you. The wind launches you along their length as they approach the horses flank and smack it, creating a shockwave that pushes you further away from its body. You fly up a bit and watch as the shire exits the stable and rounds the corner toward the pasture. You breathe a short sigh of relief, short being the big word here, because you are floating in a room with massive animals that have no idea you are there. A little on edge at that thought, you turn to see where the air current is taking you.
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