Folkin'n Around

The weekend after Finlay's trip to the lake he decided to go down to the stables. Back home, he had a beautiful young mare, speckled grey and quick on splindly limbs. Her name was Tina, and she was too young to ride. He did have riding experience though, with the older horses, freshly groomed by the stable boys and bred for speed and beauty. Once inside his eyes immediately fell onto a single horse, a butterscotch-colored mare, tall and strong. He went up to her, petting her and letting her get to know him. He spent the rest of that day in the stables, grooming the horse and feeding it apples, emerging hours later smelling like straw with bits of it in his hair.