Young Writers Society

We are water. We flow like a river,our bodies are one. If centaurs are real then we are proof. He is my legs I am his mind. I predict his every move and he performs with grace like an Angel and ease like a leapord. We dip our heads in unison like. One. Being. We float,no,we fly over the ground, his hooves touching air. He digs his back hooves into the ground and begins dancing in a circle. I merely sit on him while he works. He tucks his front legs under him and rears back on his hocks. We sit like this, then, like a spring unwound,he leaps forward. It is beautiful to watch. To know. To do. It is us. We are one. I am Grace and He is Titus. I am beauty He is power..this is the dance of royalty..this is Dressage. 

The beating of my heart matched the sound of Titus's hooves on the ground. Sweat dripped into my eyes but I didn't blink. I couldn't blink. Wouldn't blink. 

We trot over the ground, he's moving forward on the bit and his steps are even and like elastic. My hands remain soft on the reins and the bit is gentle in his mouth. My posture is straight and erect. Smooth and quiet. His moves are subtle and elegant. I am Grace He is Titus. 

His neck is stretched forward and his withers are arched upwards. His hocks are well-engaged and keep an energetic impulsion as we dance to our song. His shoulders move with great ease and his steps are short as we dance to our song. We dance to "The Firebird" by Stravinsky for I am Grace and He is Titus. And this, this is our song. 

His movements become rounder and his uphill balance strengthens. He moves forward more and his thrusts have more reach. He remains on the bit but I soften my hands and allow him to lower his head and neck. We prance and glide across the arena. I am his princess he is my prince and we dance to our song. Oh, we dance to our song, for I am Grace and He is Titus. 

Our song quickens and so do we. His forefeet touch the ground on the spot towards where they advance;his fore and hind legs are parallel in their forward movement of their extension. He carries his head high, higher, like a king. He knows he is royalty....knows he dances the dance of a king. For this is our song -I am his Princess he is my Prince-and this is our song. For I am Grace and He is Titus. 

We move as one into a canter. His hooves dance to the beat of our song. His head is high his neck is arched as we dance and twirl across the arena. All people and noise disappears. It is as though no one exists. It is just myself and Titus. He moves freely in circles and twirls,like the dance of fairies. His hooves, my heart, we match each other.. complete each others song. His beat is mine and my beat is his. THIS is our song. 

Our song slows to an end and so do we. Titus and I come to the center and halt. We lower our heads in unison and I drop my arm. The judges merely nod and the crowd begins to applaud wildly. Our dance was worth gold and they know it. For this was THEIR song and that was our dance. The dance of royalty. For I am Grace and He is Titus. 

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Titus's black coat glistens with sweat. Once again he has worked himself and done outstanding. "What have I done to deserve this handsome beast?", I wonder, "For truly he is wonderful to me". I brush him down until he is shiny and dry. A carrot appears in my hand and I feed it to him. He nuzzles my cheek and nickers into my neck. I allow my fingers to entangle themselves in his black mane. The Andalusion in him makes him want to cuddle. They are a beautiful breed from Spain. Lovers of people and tamers of bulls,this is my mount. I was there when he was born all the way up until now. He has just had his tenth birthday and we celebrated with champagne and carrots. 

I am in the midst of braiding roses into his mane when I hear our name being called. I finish my work and ride out to the arena. The smile on my face isn't fake. Our score is exceptional and the gold is mine. I accept the medal and laugh as Titus eats the flowers being wrapped around his neck. 

This is what we strive for. Excellence and glory. I can feel his approval and he can feel mine. For this is our song. I am his Princess and he is my Prince. We are one. I am beauty and he is powerful. 

I am Grace and He is Titus.