“Heheheheheheh…” The pulse of the purple eyed pilot still pounding as she finally let herself slip back onto the saddle on a proper fashion and relax just a little bit, as she drew enough air into her lungs so that she wasn’t quite as absent of breath as she was in the moments before, Miss Cavallero let out a slightly gasping chuckle as she felt her body throbbing with adrenaline and endorphins and loved every single moment of it. That high speed chase just the thing that one needed to blow the cobwebs off one’s self and then some, the ebony haired equestrian felt every inch of her hammering with life and despite the circumstances knew that she never felt more alive than she did right now. The young woman finding that she never felt better than when she had taken on a tall task and beaten it, though she was riding this high all the way to the end, it seemed that the figure in front of her was not doing quite so well as she was.
“It’s OK, I’ve got you now…” The slim and dare one say scrawny youngster that sat at the front of the stallion’s saddle still seeming to shake with shock at what had occurred, while Ellie was riding high on that wave of elation and loving every moment, it did not leave her blind to the suffering of the soul that she had struggled so hard to save. By no means bearing this child any kind of ill will for what had occurred given how in her own observation it had seemed more of an accident than something intentional, the girl also understood how overwhelmed and frightened the lad might have been about what had gone on just now and responded instinctively by wrapping her arms around that skinny frame and cuddling that shape against her to let the juvenile jockey know that everything was OK…