Only those who have truly galloped on horseback, racing across mountains and breaking through the winds and waves, will understand what it means to be absolutely free in this wide world!
Sarah Sullivan was riding wildly through the hills, one adult, one child, and one horse—all bursting with happiness.
Little Bun's cheeks were rosy, and he looked up at Sarah with adoring eyes, really wanting to know if there was anything Aunt Sally couldn't do?
Did Aunt Sally perhaps have a hidden pair of wings?
Could she take me flying too?
"Let's head back."
By the side of a small river, Sarah got off the horse. She patted the white horse's neck and let it return on its own.
After all, this was the city, not the grasslands. Riding for a bit to get some fresh air was fine, but you couldn't really keep doing it here long term.
Old horses know the way home—finding the way back wouldn't be a problem for it.
