-FINAL DAY-
Denali softly snorted, tossing her glossy silver neck, her blue eyes relaying her deep wisdom. She stretched out a foreleg, pawing at the dirt of the arena. She was calm, no matter what. Seren rolled her shoulders before taking up the reins again, nudging her forward.
Denali was not a cutting or trail horse, like their past mustangs. She was a gentle, soft mare, suited for dressage. She floated to the music, like a swirling snowflake, so perfectly fitting her show name, Frosted Pegasus Wings. She carried with her experience and grace. She was breathtaking, at least to Seren.
However, Denali's true purpose at the farm was therapy work. She loved children, and it was amazing how gentle she could be, considering she was just running wild a few months before. We chalked it up to her love of foals and smaller creatures, and her age. That, and she was unable to have foals- she seems to look at all those smaller than her as her wards. She was a fantastic mustang, and a joy to work with, despite her aloofness in the beginning. She needed her respect earned. She wouldn't respond to pure guts without respect.
She was a truly gem of a horse, no matter her age. Seren hugged her neck at the end of their ride, grinning like a madwomen. No matter the outcome, her stable was all the more perfect with Denali as an addition.