Everything seems dull these days, except when I ride.
When we run, everything seems clear. I'm free.
Then we return to earth, and the weight of my own body feels it's crushing me.
Not even the promise of spy training to finally lock up Mr. Kendall feels exciting anymore.
Only the warmth of a horse's coat feels safe these days.
What is wrong with me?
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Of Soul And Spirit
FanfictionRiley Waterlake is a trans man in a world of horses and magic, A Soul Rider where only women are supposed to hold that gift. This is his story. //This is a SSO fanfic. But above all, it is the journal of a transgender man.//
