![]() Grace knew it wasn’t Becca’s fault that she wasn’t allowed to ride horses alone along the woodland trails yet, but she was frustrated with her older sister all the same. “Bye, Grace! See you at dinner!” Becca called as she waved and rode off on her speckled mare, Beauregard. Lady Catherine Marmalade the Third chased after the stone Grace had kicked in case it might be a treat… sadly, it was not. Even though she never understood what Grace was talking about, the cat adored the little girl and constantly followed her everywhere. And the reason Lady Catherine Marmalade the Third didn’t understand a word Grace was saying was because she was a cat. This was because she didn’t understand a word Grace was saying. Lady Catherine Marmalade the Third had heard Grace voice this complaint many times in the past, but never complained. Of just riding in the paddock on a TETHER while papa watches! I can do more!” “Becca gets to ride horses all she wants, but mom says I have to wait until next year when I’m seven to ride by myself. “It’s not fair,” Grace grumbled as she kicked a small stone that went sailing several feet ahead of her. She panicked as the feeling of being trapped washed over her. She became hopelessly entangled as she tried to break free. She didn’t want that.Īnd with that need to flee, the thought of running away from that memory, is when she ran straight into the fence. If she let herself think too hard, let herself get lost in emotions and fear… she knew she’d feel the burning anger. She would keep running, keep racing forward… tossing her head back to try and shake the memories from her mind. When this happened, Blaze would push the thoughts aside and try to forget again. The girl’s touch had felt… like a missing puzzle piece. She missed her from time to time, missed her kind words and gentle touch. Chasing the wind was the only joy she needed! Again and again she told herself this.īut thoughts of the gentle girl would creep back into her mind. Her legs and hooves were strong enough to fend off any creatures that dared to challenge her. The sound of the wind and the blur of the trees rushing past – this was her happy place. ![]() The wind pushed into her face, whirling around her ears, and whipped her orange mane wildly behind her. ![]() She had what she needed to be happy – herself and the wind.īlaze pushed herself hard, running swiftly through the forest, weaving back and forth around one tree and the next. Never again.Īnd now? The other horses were scared of her. She wouldn’t allow herself to be hurt again. She had not misbehaved… so why had they hurt her? The pain was gone, but she remembered the piercing sensation along the back of her neck – along her mane. Other people were loud and unpredictable.
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