Gorio’s POV…
“Why do you like horses?” I suddenly blurted out as we placed the horse back to the stable.
Abby simply smiled at me as she also removed the saddle from her horse.
“Well, because I feel like I’m free whenever I’m riding them. And they’re the best companions sometimes. Just listening to their steady hooves, the gentle tail swishes, and the snorting of the air. It’s beautiful and splendid. Then they can take you wherever. From petal-freckled fields into green pastures, and the clear waters where we could drink our fill.” Abby answered, her innocent eyes sparkling as she told me each word. “Their warmness feels me. The wind whenever they run. It makes me feel like I’m carefree.”
I smiled at her but didn’t reply as I couldn’t grasp any right words to say after hearing her answ
