... he had the oddest sensation of being covered in something light like gossamer and then the mare was shying again, tossing her head and backing away from the hedge. He hung on as before, trying to turn her in circles to slow her to a stop, noticing as he did so the bright red ribbons braided into her mane. - 'The Hedge Witch' - Vicki Chatham
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