Eliza braided the mare’s mane and tail with quick, nimble fingers. With a soft sigh she rubbed the mare’s shoulder before walking to her head. “Oh pretty girl.” She murmured, cupping the mare’s chin. Diva’s ears were both forward, a nice change to the mare’s moody disposition. Eliza knew Diva loved her, even though she didn’t always show it. Hearing Rusheon’s voice she snapped her head in his direction and gave a soft smile. “Sure, just give me a quick second.” Eliza darted into the tack room and gathered her tack. The incident this morning made her decided to grab her saddle, she didn’t want to fall off again. Eliza placed the grey saddle pad gently on the mare’s back and followed it with her half pad and saddle. Eliza quickly cinched up the girth and was greeted by a pin of the ears and a stamp of a hoof. “Knock it off, please.” Eliza hissed to her mare as she moved to her head and slipped the bridle over her mouth. Eliza quick fingers she made work of the buckles and slipped the reins over Diva’s head. Eliza grabbed the black helmet from the straw of the stall and led the Haflinger mare from the stall. “Ready.” She said with a smile.
Noah cocked his head at her sudden shyness. But, he wouldn’t push her. “I’ve always wanted to attempt barrel racing.” He chuckled. Lumos had trained in English, but Noah knew that the stallion could do both. Noah preferred the western saddle, but he’d ridden in both. And Lumos preferred no saddle at all. Since Lumos was only four years old, he had a lot of thing to learn. Noah relaxed on his stallion’s back and watched the nature around him, it was peaceful.
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