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Eithne nickered happily, dancing happily on her light feet. The mare was absolutely gorgeous, from her wispy black mane to her sleek dark bay coat. Dennis unlocked the pasture gate and walked in. He set the tack on her fence and caught Lisa's horse very easily, slipping the halter onto her face and hooking on the lead. "Would you like to hold the saddle or lead Eithne to the tack room?"
"i can lead her" she walks in and hold takes the lead kindly
He nodded and closed the gate after him before taking hold of the tack. "To the tack room," said Dennis before walking towards the building's direction.