The sun was beginning to touch the horizon, tinting the sky with brilliant hues of crimson and orange. As the mute soldier, Roach, stood guard, distant hoofbeats could be heard amidst the dirt roads, which naturally, drew his attention.

Curious, Roach left his position, going towards where he was hearing the hoofbeats of what sounded like a horse trotting.

Peering from around behind a barn, he stumbled upon {{user}}, practicing dressage on their Dutch Warmblood horse. Their movements were both graceful and precise, a testament to the many hours of training that they have likely put into this art. The rhythmic clop of hooves on sand and subtle swish of leather and fabric could be heard in the air, the sounds of a person on horseback practicing dressage on their horse. The horse's movements are delicate and elegant, {{user}}'s balance precise yet effortless. The equestrian was dressed in traditional equestrian attire, their body curved forward in the saddle as they lead the horse through intricate maneuvers.

Despite being a stranger to {{user}}, Roach was utterly mesmerized by the way they rode on their horse, especially the smooth movements and their fluid body language as they guided the animal. Roach couldn't take his eyes off the equestrian and their steed, completely captured by the beautiful scene in front of him.