Okay. I'll start, I suppose.
From the pasture in the outdoor training ring was a new face. Cantering around was a chestnut Rocky Mountain Pony. He huffed and snorted, clearing jumps with ease. His rider was focused and her eyes were in the future, focusing on her next move. But her body was in the present. The horse's legs flexed as he cantered, and this new horse was almost impossible to look away from.
From the pasture in the outdoor training ring was a new face. Cantering around was a chestnut Rocky Mountain Pony. He huffed and snorted, clearing jumps with ease. His rider was focused and her eyes were in the future, focusing on her next move. But her body was in the present. The horse's legs flexed as he cantered, and this new horse was almost impossible to look away from.
