It took me at least two attempts to climb onto the kelpies back, narrowly avoiding a watery death beneath it’s hooves.
I kept it to the shallows, weaving in and out of the reeds, dodging its attempts to throw me into the depths of the river. Slipping on the moss covered rocks, algae and river weed making it impossible to stand up straight I tumble onto my backside, holding up the leather strap in defence when the Kelpies jaws clamp down. Seizing the chance I fling mud from the riverbed into its milky eyes, it rears its head, taking me and the strap with it. With all its strength it hisses in anger, pulling me out of the water and giving my the chance to hurdle myself onto its back. Using what power I still had in my thighs I gripped on for dear life, wrapping the ends of the bridle aroun
