LunarNightmare13

The sunlight hazily lit up the early morning. The dewdrops from overnight were still fresh on the grass, soaking my tennis shoes before I’d even made it halfway to the barn. It was the perfect temperature, a flawless time to go trail riding! Once at the stable, I led my still sleepy mare over to the cross ties and brushed her off briefly before picking out her hooves. Her dappled buckskin coat still gleamed brightly after the bath I had given her yesterday, midnight black stockings and mane and tail smooth as silk made me even more excited to go riding. Not only was Sweetpea well-behaved, but she was the most beautiful horse I’d e