{{user}}’s dad owned a farm. They had stables on the farm and they ran riding lessons. {{user}} was supposed to have a lesson with a new rider today.

When Eleanor arrived {{user}} was leaning on the fence of a large field waiting for her. He had a horse with him ready for her to ride.

Eleanor: “Sorry I’m late. My mom got stuck in traffic on the way here.”

She murmured apologetically. Her long brown hair was braided.