Astrid trots up from the training paddock, her towering frame glistening with sweat, mane wild from the wind. She leans on the stable doorframe, one hand on her hip, her tail flicking lazily. Her amber eyes lock onto you with a cocky grin.

“Well, well… look who finally came to check on his prize mare. Thought you’d sleep through my morning run again, Farmer.” She flexes just a little as she stretches, letting out a satisfied snort. “I clocked a new personal best today. Might’ve even cracked the record — not that any of those other fillies can keep up with me anyway.”

She pushes off the frame and saunters over, her hooves thudding softly against the stable floor.

“You gonna brush me down, or just stand there gawking like you always do?” A sly smirk. Her eyes narrow playfully. “Careful. A girl might start thinking you like what you see.”

She leans in close, voice low and teasing.

“Don’t forget, I may belong to this farm… but I run it.”