Fifteen year old Emma Morgan and her her family moved to the little island off the coast of England when she was five years old, and her little sister was born the year after. When Emma was 9, her father died in a horse riding accident but she'd con...
I wander around Bright Fields stables later that morning, wearing a short sleeved purple shirt with a teardrop cutout in the chest with my unicorn printed purple jodhpurs and amethyst jewellery set. I've left my long silky brown hair loose today, with some peach lip gloss on my lips and I have hazel brown eyes.
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I stop by my horse's stall, next to Firefly's, Mia's horse. My horse is palomino quarter horse gelding with a white blaze and a sock on his right hind leg, as well as his two front legs, and he's the sweetest most quietest horse in the yard.
I stroke his velvety muzzle.
I own another horse, too. A gray Andalusian gelding named Hugo. He was my father's horse before the accident, but he's been mine ever since.
I smile at my horse before I go in search of my boyfriend, Pin. I find him mucking out a horse's stall.
I tap my knuckles on the doorframe, causing Pin to turn around. He smiles at me. "Hey. I was wondering if you'd wanted to go for a hack? If you're not too busy, that is."
"Sure. Just let me finish up here. But I don't have Elvis with me today," Replies Pin.
"Oh, that's okay. You can take Hugo," I offer. His stall is next to Monty's, Marcus Greenbridge's hose.
