He let me stay ahead of him for a while, but I could tell he was corralling me, nudging me in the right direction. I began to recognize that we were nearing the house, so I stopped letting him guide me. I bounded over him in a sudden move and went down a path that I knew would lead to a particularly beautiful copse of trees.
Levon ducked as my hooves cleared his head, though he really hadn’t needed to. I could jump pretty high. He growled at me and followed, staying right on my heels until I stopped in the middle of the clearing, the sunlight streaming down through the break in the trees. The grass there was so soft, and every time we visited the clearing, I swore I was going to go home and google what kind of grass it was so we could plant it in the woods all around the house, but I neve
