"I do". Tears poured down his face as his fist grasped her letter tightly, not dwelling in the thought of reading it until the end. He said farewell to his family and gave his goodbye to all loved ones. Not packing a single thing, for he hadn't any of much value, he mounted his Friesian horse and galloped to Glen Coe.
Her smile fractured the wind, brown waterfalls over umber mirrors, perfection on an Andalusian. Horse hoops thundering behind her, she could hear them cursing but, she could see him at Glen.
He saw her and she saw him, legions of fire behind either of them, all chaos amid a momentum of perplexing gaze. Their horses galloped until they flew, two figures jumping off the white and black with arms wide open collided against one another creating a thunderous explosion in every hue of yellow and orange known to humanity...
Thus, at dusk, the world got acquainted with its sundown.
And some say the enchantress and the sorcerer still play with their stallions tinct.