The horse clopped softly against the gentle grass as it moved. Yeara gasped quietly, her legs pressed tightly against its sides as she gripped the reins, even though it wasn't moving very fast.
Her heart raced with excitement as the world seemed to blur around her. She felt happy, and for once, it was as if the weight on her shoulders had been lifted.
Her lips curved into a gracious smile as she looked ahead, watching the horse turn gracefully. She was a beginner, but the horse didn't need her instructions—it was trained for this.
She was so caught up in the thrill that she hadn't even realized she was opening her mouth, letting fresh air rush in.
Her hair flew to the side, her body bouncing softly up and down as a gentle laugh escaped her lips. The fresh breeze brushed against her scalp, sending a shiver of delight through her.
The horse finally slowed, its hooves crunching against the soft dirt near the stable—the very spot where she had mounted.
