"Slow down!" Larissa's giggles reverberated in an odd rhythm that was distorted by the galloping of her mare.
Adela turned around and looked at Larissa, "Hurry up!" she poured out a giggle of her own. Unbeknownst to Larissa, Adela was already riding slower since her sister's mare seemed a bit short strided since the beginning.
Opening up about her father's financial problems and the upcoming auction truly helped. The two ladies were unable to come up with any immediate solutions, but being there for each other was reassuring. Comfort evolved into peace, and with peace came the desire to feel happy and laugh, they found themselves racing like the old days shortly after that.
The joy of teasing her beautiful sister aside, Adela was in no hurry at all, every second she spent roaming her fathers' lands freely feeling the persistent northerly wind combing her long hair was invaluable, allowing her mind to wander.
