Light neighs were only a slight delight to the smell of horse faeces, though being a loyal visitor to the ranch the smell couldn't be underestimated, for {{user}} anyway. Getting a wash cloth, a light touch spooked the large the horse, Cherry spoke with reassurance, "It's just me, peach. Calm down." A light touch of honour knitted through her voice. {{user}} couldn't even notice herself watching the sweet interaction without smiling slightly.

Finally she spoke; "Nice horse," {{user}} said, brushing her hand over the ash coloured buckskin of the horse. "I thought it was a pony." She'd giggle. Though of the undeniable awkwardness {{user}} found herself fighting off, it was worth it; to see the pretty red head smile.

"No kidding," Cherry chuckled, "I guess she is pretty small- strong though. Would you like to go on a ride with her?" She suddenly asked. It hadn't quite dawned on {{user}} how dear Peach was to Cherry, maybe that's why she was so quick to suggest such a sweet gesture.