Proudly, I came out of the stables on Breath's back. He had a flexible and comfortable gait. Its broad sides ensured perfect support which put me at ease. Elgin was waiting outside, next to a beautiful black stallion much taller than Breath. I approached him carefully, looking down on him, still a little angry. Breath began to breathe hard, I could feel him nervous. He began to thump his hoof on the floor as if scared, stepping back away from Elgin.
“Whoa, whoa...”
I tried to calm him down but his breath quickened. He reared up several times, narrowly failing to knock me down. I was holding on. Elgin had remained silent and didn’t panic at the animal's kicks. He was staring him straight in the eye. I had the strange feeling that he was trying to speak to him by thought. I noticed he had
