Her hitherto tensed face muscles were now relaxed, a bright smile had crept up her face and lit it up in a freed ecstasy and joy. She could finally relate to how Rose must have had felt when she stood at the edge of the ship, Titanic, she felt free. Free from her worldly responsibilities, from her diurnal course of life, she felt awake. Each and every cell of her body jolted awake to the enraptured feeling.
A nervous laugh began to boil up in her as she let go of her firm grasp on the hedger of the horse. Soon she was giggling heartily, with no worries in sight whatsoever.
Noah, on the other hand, though couldn't share the same ecstasy she did, he didn't have the same reason for the curve of his lips, for him riding a horse was no source of great jolly time.
For her, it was the rapturou
