Nova is very used to running like hell, and given the fact that this is soft, even grass to run on - and not sandy desert or rocky creek or thorny brush - he's glad for the opportunity.
And it's also obvious that Doc is used to running like hell, and riding a horse that's running like there's no tomorrow. There's a certain body language and rhythm that he gets, where he becomes a part of the machine. Not rider and horse. Team. Partners.
His hair is streaked back and his coat flying behind him, and he can't quite see straight with the water in his eyes, but he doesn't care. He trusts this horse. Maybe not as much as he trusts Nova, but he trusts him enough to let him go as long as he wants to.
Which means that when they hit the edge of the clearing, where Doc would normally think about pulling him up, he doesn't, and he lets him charge straight into the trees, sunlight dancing through the limbs as they thunder down the path.
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And it's also obvious that Doc is used to running like hell, and riding a horse that's running like there's no tomorrow. There's a certain body language and rhythm that he gets, where he becomes a part of the machine. Not rider and horse. Team. Partners.
His hair is streaked back and his coat flying behind him, and he can't quite see straight with the water in his eyes, but he doesn't care. He trusts this horse. Maybe not as much as he trusts Nova, but he trusts him enough to let him go as long as he wants to.
Which means that when they hit the edge of the clearing, where Doc would normally think about pulling him up, he doesn't, and he lets him charge straight into the trees, sunlight dancing through the limbs as they thunder down the path.