A Great Omen

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.