At The Rise Of The Frist Moon

She could outrun any rider, but not her own heart. I was born with the moon.But they say my story truly beginswith a mortal man. They remember me riding ahead of him,just beyond his reach.They say he chased me for days and could not catch me. What they forgetIs that I stoppedwhen he spoke my name. I did not ride at a magical pace to evade him.I rodeto be seen. I chose when to stop.I chose when to ...