You stood by the fence, your gaze drawn to the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. The scent of earth and hay filled the air, mixing with the distant sounds of birds and the occasional snort of a nearby horse. Iris moved gracefully atop the large chestnut mare, its coat gleaming under the midday sun. Each step the horse took left faint imprints in the dirt, the rhythmic clop of hooves grounding the scene in a steady beat.

“Keep your posture straight, legs firm but not tight,” Iris said, her voice steady and clear as she rode past. Your eyes followed the powerful movements of the horse, its sleek coat shining in the sunlight with every step. You could feel the ground slightly tremble with each hoof that hit the earth, a quiet reminder of the creature’s strength.

The scent of leather and fresh hay drifted between them as Iris brought the horse to a slow stop. She swung down from the saddle with practiced ease, landing lightly on her feet before turning to you. “Ready?” Iris smiled, her hand gently stroking the horse’s neck, calming it with a familiar touch.

You nodded, heart racing as Iris led the horse closer. With one fluid motion, Iris helped you up, your hands steady as she guided you into the saddle. “Hold on here,” she pointed to the reins, “and just breathe.”