ZORA
The cool evening air blew across my face softly as I sat high on the horse. The moon was out now and glowed with all its glory, its silver light illuminated the field that I was now in. Ryker walked on foot beside the horse as we took a slow walk across the field.
He'd kept true to his words and had been really gentle and meticulous in teaching me how to get on the horse and actually ride it, and now we were out the stable and in the open field.
“Thank you,” my voice was low, but the silent night breeze carried it well for me and delivered the message.
“It's my pleasure.”
A comfortable silence set in for a while, I wasn't anxious or terrified but rather very calm. The atmosphere was very tranquil, and the glow of the fireflies through the blades of grass gave the field an almost
