Nymph poked her head out of her stall and nickered at Alice.Alice returned at the whinny. She looked in on the mares, stopping at Nymph's stall. "Out of hay, huh. Well that is easily fixed." She said and went to get more.
West Wind stood at the post, waiting for Alice to take her for her ride.
Rosalyn snorted, moving away from the first touch of the halter. She reached to sniff at it, lipping it curiously before standing still, watching Cyril, then relaxing.
Nearby, Dakota tried to poke her muzzle out, but it hit the bars. "Ow..."
Cyril slowly reached up and slipped the halter over Rosalyn's head. Then he took it off and waited.