Blake patted Spirits neck. His name is Spirit.

"Oh, hello Spirit." Lindsey ran a hand along the gelding's neck, her amber eyes wide with admiration of the horse. "You're gorgeous. What does he do? Royale here does dressage."

Spirit nudged her shoulder. Blake smiled and said, He does western sports, like rodeo, reining, barrels and roping.

"Oh, so you're a talented boy, huh?" She whispered to the horse, before turning toward Blake. "Have you set up your stable yet? I'm in stable six. Oh- I haven't introduced you to Bellsprout yet either!"

Spirit nickered. Yeah, Im in stall four. You have another horse?!

"Bellsprout isn't another horse!" She chuckled. "He's a miniature donkey. I brought him with me, he's friends will Royale."

She laughed. "Well, you could say that. He's not the scariest, considering that he only comes up to my knees in height." Lindsey nodded into the stables. "He's somewhere over there."

Is he full grown? Blake dismounted Spirit. Mind if I look for him?

"Yeah, he's fully grown. But still... tiny." Lindsey said, glancing around. "I can call him here if you want?" She put two fingers to her mouth and blew out a soft whistle as not to startle the horses. From behind the side of the stables, a small fuzzy brown shape emerged in the grass. It began to make its way toward Lindsey and Blake.