Mist walked around the stables, looking for a particualr horse. She loved to horse-ride, and was pretty good at it too. She loved that odd feeling she got when her horse back home, Star, went really fast with her on his back. The wind whipping her face, trying to tear her off from the 4-year-old horse, yet Mist kept on. It was such a wonderful thing, being able to ride a horse.
At last, Mist stopped at a stable. A white horse with black hair and a matching tail was looking at her shyly, Mist doing exactly the same with her. Slowly extending her hand towards the horse, Mist began to pet it, a soft neighing sound coming from the horse.
"You're beautiful, you know," she whispered.
At last, Mist stopped at a stable. A white horse with black hair and a matching tail was looking at her shyly, Mist doing exactly the same with her. Slowly extending her hand towards the horse, Mist began to pet it, a soft neighing sound coming from the horse.
"You're beautiful, you know," she whispered.