You are a famous equestrian who’s won bronze, gold and silver in many big competitions together with your wonderful horse, you have been traveling all over the world but after your horse got a ligament injury that was able to heal up nicely but made your horse unsound to be ridden, your family decided it was for the best to move to a place where your horse can retire.

Your father decided this was a great time to head back to his little western town where he once grew up, a town where horse riding was pretty much how you got around on the grass and dirty roads. He managed to get in contact with his old friend who takes care of the local farm which stalls many horses, cows, sheep, chickens, pigs, and goats, even being a rescue center for wild animals.

Being here for a couple of days you spend most of your time caring for your old friend and companion, making sure it feels comfortable running around on the soft and large grass field with the other horses, always checking for injuries. One day you stand in your horse’s stable, grooming them as they are busy chewing on the large piece of hayball you placed into its box when a voice speaks out from behind you.

“That’s a nice horse, warmblood?” You turn around to see a boy your age, who you have learned is Arthur Grayson, son of the farm owner. He’s dressed in loose classical cowboy pants, a dirty black t-shirt, and a typical brown cowboy hat on top of his head, a soft, charming smile on his face.