twenty
"Woah, slow down there horsie."
I run my hand across Tybalt's neck, watching the air mist as he snorts out a breath. Gradually, the surprisingly warm weather had taken a more colder, rainy attitude. A more England attitude.
I was wondering when Mother Nature would remind us where we lived.
Due to the weather I'd worn some black thermal leggings, a loose red knitted jumper and a red beanie that would help control my hair in case a raging wind struck up again.
Trystan and I had fallen into a familiar system of meeting by the stables, and then he would proceed to teach me everything he knows about horses. How to saddle them up, mount them properly, and once we'd covered that, how to trot, walk, canter and gallop.
"He's probably just a bit nervous because it's colder then usual,"
