An Artist at Leisure

Linus leant against the fence, watching the beautiful spotted mare trotting around the field, admiring her smooth movement and natural grace. The mare had been with them nearly a week now, and it seemed she had finally settled in to her new home. She seemed to be particularly fond of the West-most fields towards the old Valley End stables, and she had grown a particular attachment to the other peafowl mare, Silmaril, and the newest arrival - the little filly, Sugarplum.

Artisan had become something of a celebrity around SPaVES - not many horses arrived from other stables these days, so she was a bit of an oddity, and all the more interesting because of it. Even Lysander seemed rather taken with the slender beauty, and he usually only had eyes for the stallions.

Linus chuckled slightly and brushed back his hair, reaching behind him to gently pat the thick white neck of his stallion, Tai, as the masked horse came up behind him. "What do you think, boy? Fancy a new dressage student?"

Tai whuffled softly in response, and Linus grinned slightly before turning his attention back to the oblivious mare, both master and horse partner watching the mare quietly for a while longer.