Evan tossed his mane as they arrived to the edge of the forest and plodded to the right, until he slowed to a casual trot. Finally skidding to a stop with plumes of dust and blades of grass flying up, he indicated with the sway of his head to the small brook with slowly trickling water, surrounded by lush clovers, shrouded in refreshing shade. "Here we are," he said, flashing a smug smile at Sienna, "This is my favorite place in the land. I'm sure you can see why."