"What the fuck?" Kenzie muttered as she swore she heard two distinct voices come from the horse. Or it seemed like two voices unless it was actually possible for a horse to have multiple personalties.
And then they were off. She knew she should stop him, but for a moment she enjoyed it. He wasn't Epona's white mare, but, shit, he had power to him. So much so that Epona felt like she was glowing with happiness inside her in a way that none of the other racehorses made her feel. She basked in that glow and the exhilaration of the speed before she got down to business. She closed her legs around him, stretching them down as she sunk her seat deep into his back. Her posture was straight and weight back, every muscle telling him to shorten his stride and slow down. "Come on, pretty boy," she cooed in a deep, calm voice. "You'll get us both in trouble with your owner. And if he's really one of my bosses that means no more rides for me. But I'd bet if any of them had you in their stables, I'd fucking well know and be your jock already."
She rubbed her free hand soothingly against his neck until she got him to a collected trot. Taking a hold of a chunk of mane higher in his neck, she twisted her hand and pulled the mane in a firm, but gentle motion leading him towards the pasture gate. Her opposite leg pushed tight against his side, telling him she wouldn't take no for am answer.