Novel & Cerita Rainbow Dash Filly

I say in frustration. “I don’t see why she can’t try dating someone in India,” Ronnie says. “Are you serious? That’s a horrible idea. Are you saying that because she’ll end up with a guy your parents have handpicked?” “It’s not a bad idea.” Jake, my stable manager, has Dash all saddled up for me. He used to be a racehorse a few years back, but he’s retired now. We had to spend quite a bit of effort to get him trained to become a trail horse, since racehorses are so unruly for the average person to ride. His official racing name was “Dash from the Box.” The names we register our horses as can’t be used by anyone else, so many of the registered names are long and strange and end up with barn n

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

“Whatever the lady wants. I’m never turnin’ the lights off again.” “Be a little hard to sleep.” “There won’t be a whole lot of sleepin’ goin’ on tonight.” ******* Two weeks later… The dappled gray filly pranced inside the training arena. She’d trot up to the fence, but the second Macie held her hand out to touch her, the high-spirited horse would whinny and race away. “Pretty, ain’t she?” “Gorgeous. She seems to have a mind of her own.”

Unicorn balloons, roses, and a whole bunch of designer bags. I was about to say something when my eyes caught a movement outside. "Is that a---," I couldn't finish my sentence, because of how shocked I was. Completely and utterly shocked. I can't believe my eyes. "A pony?" Flynn finished my sentence for me and grinned sheepishly, "Yes, it is. Isn't she beautiful?" He looked outside the window and stared at the pony in awe. "Her name is rainbow." "You...you bought a pony for her?" I stuttered, I was still shocked.

SHANE’S POV She’s very clean. I can think of a few young women off the top of my head who looked as if they were very clean and organized people, but being faced with their rooms and or households you were quick to learn that wasn’t true. Raine always wore the right, tight clothes. The things that she knew fit with her body well, that would make her stand out, no matter where she was or who she was with. I noticed that she played with colors, her makeup always matching the same shades as her clothing.

Rafael asked, his eyes full of curiosity. “It’s a girl! ” “If it’s a girl, a female horse called Filly, silly,” Radzim said, who was fascinated with horses since he got to recognize different kinds of animals. She thought Radzim’s fascination came from Rujan, but now she realizes that it was after her. “I am not silly!” Lucy protested and was about to cry.

That was when Tristan saw her for the first time. She was an old mare, short by nullyard standards. In her long, wavy mane of an amazing black-violet color, which descended in luxurious strands all the way to her feet, there were many gray strands hidden. The gray-blue eyes, like a foggy haze, looked displeased and suspicious, although there was still a certain amount of curiosity in them. The mare crossed his path, blocking the nervous young mothers, whose foals were getting in the way, not understanding why the atmosphere around had suddenly become so tense.

Almost immediately, a groom came out with the most beautiful horse she had ever set her eyes on. It was a chestnut-coloured horse with that exquisite sheen she had seen on Enzo. The sheen made the colour look like polished copper, complementing the horse’s elegant slender build, and regal presence. “Oh my god, it is so beautiful.” Reyona marvelled as she automatically moved towards the horse. “But wait, this is not Enzo, right?” In the picture, Enzo had a golden colour with a black tail, mane and lower legs. She had not completed her statement when another groom brought out the most anticipated celebrity.

Phil had dashed into the small house he used as his home just beside the stable the moment they got here, and she had been left here to wait for him, thinking he had gone to pick something. The familiar neigh of a horse drew her attention into the stable. As she walked into the open stable, there she discovered that all the animals were accounted for, well and sound. She went over to the black horse that she had not given a name yet. Darkshine was the first name that sprang to her head when she thought of the animal so she named him that. The horse was well fed and was even chewing some hay delightfully.

Had he been human, he would have easily been taken for a body builder. I rode Roger as much as I could, but, since horses weren’t Josh’s thing and mom was too busy settling us in and preparing for her new job, I was expected to exercise the other two horses as well. Daisy was a sweet tempered, fifteen hand dapple grey, and Peter was a smooth gaited chestnut gelding who matched Daisy perfectly in height and build.