At this time in my memoirs of Twilight, the memories are more like nightmares, dark corrupt with no sign of hope on the horizon. I assure you the story will get better eventually. This post will be different from all the others published so far. It is not a memory of the past it is a small glimpse of Twilight today on the 30th of August.
Today Twilight and Rosie (Margrith's horse. Margrith and Rosie will be introduced in full in later posts) had a race around the square arena at their current home on Pleasant Valley (also to be discussed at a later date). It was like a game of tag, the tall long lazy mare stretching out into an easy gallop barely ahead of the short collected paint in a wild sprint.Most the time Rosie easily laps Twilight, but today they are not competing they are companions. They were in perfect sync with each other spinning at the same moment and racing in a new direction making circles around each other in a perfect unison of pounding hooves. They race right next to each other. The moment of true friendship lasted only a moment before both horse's broke into thundering sprints in different directions stretching their muscles and cutting through the air, the unison broken into chaos once more as they avoid the two demons trying to give them a good workout.
After they were done I went over and cooed at Twilight for a while, stroking her neck, finding her newest set of battle scars from a skirmish in her pasture. I let my hand wander into her thick mane, nothing compared to the thin snarls of when I first met her and grab onto her neck, she lets me guide her with that loose hold on her neck till it is time for her to stretch her legs in a flowing canter once more. I would not have believed that two years ago Twilight had been a broken life less horse, because all I see before me is a fiercely independent spirit and powerful horse. Love ya Wild Black Lassie!
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