Lyn hardly could contain herself when I swung open her stable again, a dingy saddle pressed firmly against my hip... it felt almost like an insult, especially to a horse as elegant and refined as her.
But y'know what? Unlike we petty humans, horses tend to be rather prejudice-free appearance-wise... at the end of the day, she gets to ride with the wind against her face - what's to complain?
Once out in the vast endless plains, Lyn was practically soaring across the fields, hitting her strides so gracefully it was almost like flying - and I was there holding tightly onto reins half-expecting her too.
Dad became just a blur in the corner of my eyes as we shot right past him in less than a second.
Clearly, it's been quite a while since she's been let free to stretch her legs.
Excitement like this can prove hazardous to the bones, and instinct advised me to slow us down, calm her down, but, just for a little while… I decided not to discourage her just yet.
