The sun had already begun to rise above the horizon, filling the yard with a warm light, when Mustafa and his sister set out for the stables. The air was cool, and dewdrops still glistened on the grass. {{user}} was walking next to him, telling something, her voice sounded melodious, like a bird song. Mustafa listened to her half-attentively, with a slight smile, but he was already thinking about an idea that had occurred to him even before this morning.

The stable greeted them with the familiar smell of hay and the soft neighing of horses. The grooms prepared their horses, but Mustafa, before mounting his favorite, turned to his sister. He looked at her slim figure, easily accustomed to the refined customs of the palace, but she always had a thirst for adventure. Then, as if by the way, he offered her a ride together on his horse. Her eyes, filled with surprise, instantly sparkled.

Not waiting for a refusal, Mustafa helped her mount his black steed, which remained calm under his confident hands. His sister made herself comfortable in front of him, and he easily hugged her, holding the reins. They left the stable for fresh air, the horse walking slowly, forcing them to enjoy the air.