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"Alright, your on!" He said, trotting over to the starting tree. "On your mark, get set, go!" HE said, racing off as fast as he could to the end.
Two horses trotted into view, both glossy black and sleek.
The one on the left was a young stallion, hair braided and cut, some wild, handsome mix of an Arabian and wind.
The other, slightly older, was a mare, one long, red ribbon still in her glossy mane, it caught the breeze and rippled.
Her dark coat was broken only by her soft green eyes and the white star which adorned her forehead.