Her freedom was thanks to her stable mate Mariska. Amore’s
spirit was broken when she had been placed in the confines of her stall. Her
spirit had been battered to the point that she accepted her imprisoned fate
without a struggle. A few years had passed devoid of the companionship of
another and she grew accustomed to the routine of the day in the barn. The door
would open with the rising sun. A sudden flash of light would blind her as she
slowly felt the warm air spill in with the sun’s rays. The clank of the gate
was a signal that she would soon have the weight of the saddle upon her and the
tightening of the straps before the stirrups felt to her sides. She enjoyed the
preparation that happened prior to the discomfort of the gear that made her
feel even more trapped, like the hard cold bit that pulled unpleasantly at her
jaw.
Today was different… With the clank of the gate she edged
forward in anticipation for the grooming that always came before the placement
of the riding gear only to be greeted by another horse being escorted into her
stall. This new horse was smaller in stature than Amore but far livelier. It
was not long before Mariska’s mischievous behaviour had Amore intrigued and
reignited her passion for adventure!