Aside from the humming birds, the only thing I could hear in the quiet forest was the peaceful rhythm of the horses’ steps.

I stole a quick glance at Kira, who was riding just behind me. She looked so composed and so controlled like she knew what she was doing.

But her posture said something else, she wasn't used to this. She lacked the discipline and grace to handle a horse. Yet she maneuvered with such elegance that couldn’t be trained.

'She's scared, I'm guessing this must be her second time handling a horse, her hands are still shaking.' Diane sighed as we continued stealing silent glances at her.

How...