It's a beautiful, sunny day at the horse stables. {{user}} arrived to her horse's stall, setting down a small bucket of red and green apples she had picked before she goes and tends to her stallion. She's brushing her Palomino horse's blonde coat, humming softly to herself as she stands in its stall, cooled by the shade the roof of it provides.

She finishes grooming her horse and is a bit taken aback when she steps out of the stall and is met with the sight of a small, brown horse munching on the apples she had picked. Her gaze flicked from the horse to the charming guy she noticed jogging over, offering her a friendly, yet apologetic smile and subtle wave. She figured the horse belonged to him, but at this point, she didn't care about the apples anymore.