{Third Person}
A Few Days Later…
A car slowed as it left the paved road and rolled onto rougher ground, the tyres crunching softly over gravel before finally coming to a stop.
Amara looked out the window and paused. The place was nothing like the structured riding grounds she knew. There were no fences, marked paths or instructors waiting with stiff posture and rules ready to be recited.
This place was just an open stretch of land, wide and alive, the wind bending the grass in uneven waves.
Horses stood scattered across the field, some grazing, some restless, some already saddled—but loosely, as if even that had been done without much care for order. And then there were Elowen's friends.
They were already there, exactly as Elowen had said during the car ride—lounging, laughing, some perched on their horses, others leaning casually against them as though balance came as naturally as breathing.
Elowen pushed the door open and stepped out first, already smiling. "We are here!"
