Midnight smiled, feeling better. "That's good," he said becoming more confident talking to this mare. He looked away from her an over the fence, liking down at his shadow, which showed all the characteristics of him, a Tennessee Walker. "So," he said, turning his head back to her. "You know Turning Point Creek better than I do, mind showing me around? He asked her, blinking. The sunlight beamed against his white and black splotched coat, making him shine, inside and out.