The paint mare lopped across the meadow, black and white mane and tail following like a river out behind her. Her brown eyes shown brightly with happiness, ever movement flowed together as if poetry in motion. She gave a nicker to the the sky hoping for another to answer, her harks swiveled around listening for the faintest sound of another.

Hearing no one at few more strides she slowed to a halt, deciding that she would wait, she began to graze. The breeze playing with her mane, forelock and tail, creating small ripples up in them. The mare heard what she was looking for, her name, Bell. Her harks pointed in the direction it came from, her head shot up, and whinnied excitedly. The paint mare moved into a long stride jog towards the sound. She spotted her owner, Kyra, her light pink hair in its ponytail blowing away from her head from the breeze.

“Hello girl.” She said in a sweet done coming over to her, as Bell came to a stop. She stroked her forehead. “Wana go for a ride?” she said, as she walked back and picked up the tack Bell nickered, “Yes, I was waiting for you. Where have you been?” She nuzzled Kyra as she put on the saddle.

Kyra turned back to her and rubbed her nose, “At school sweaty, but not I am done so let’s ride!” she said excitedly. She put the reins around her head and put her foot in the stirrup. Then with a small little leap, she swung her other leg over and eased gently into the saddle. She leaned forward and patted the mare’s neck.

Bell didn’t need any cues to tell her to go, both her and Kyra could understand one another. Sometimes though, thoughts mostly through how the other acted. Bell tossed her head playfully and moved into a fast gated lop out of the valley too see with Kyra who else they would fine in this new place.