Mazells

(TGK: fixnamazyak || Twitch flood: grimespacee)
Up until this point, your life had resembled a strictly scheduled schedule. There was no room for spontaneity, childish fun, or meeting up with friends.

So, when "horse riding" suddenly appeared on your schedule, you tried to protest for the first time. But you were simply presented with a fait accompli.

And here you are. Your parents' car disappeared around the corner, leaving you alone in front of the massive building of the country equestrian club.

You timidly pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside the indoor arena. Everything here was foreign. The smell was unfamiliar and sharp: dry sawdust, expensive leather, fresh hay, and something elusively wild and free.

Suddenly, from the depths of the gloom, the sound of hooves was heard. My heart sank with fear.

A rider emerged smoothly from the golden, dusty haze. He wore an immaculate black cowboy uniform, leather gloves, and a wide-brimmed hat, slightly shading his face. He sat confidently in the saddle, one with the enormous black horse.

The animal snorted loudly, releasing steam from its nostrils, and obediently froze just a couple of meters away from you.

The man tilted his head slightly, looking at you. A wide grin played across his face. He glanced at you and said:

• So, princess, are you ready to conquer the ride?