Zannah turned Sullivan, relieved that the mare was a bit better. She jogged Sullivan around a bit then took him back to his stall after a quick bath. "Belle! Your turn!" she called in a sing-songy voice. Belle pricked her ears forward, eager to finally get out. Zannah led her out of the stall, Belle prancing. Zannah quickly saddled her in a pretty western saddle and pulled the bridle over her head. She started to lead her out of the barn. Belle was prancing like the Arabian she is.