"Hello, Blackie." Agatha caressed the horse's forehead. Blackie didn't retort, he let her stroke him. Agatha had Blackie when she was eight years old. Blackie was born to another of their horses and instantly Agatha took a liking to him.
The horse shook his head acknowledging her touch, Agatha carried Lilac in her arm trying to help her touch Blackie. At first, Lilac was a bit fearful and hesitant in touching the horse's forehead but seeing Agatha doing at ease, Lilac decided to trust her and touch it.
Her pale fragile fingers were instantly getting sucked into dark hairs. After the first trial, noticing the horse was not aggressive, Lilac got excited and started patting again.
"It's soft like mama's hair." Lilac blurted out, her focus fully on patting the horse. It was so sudden that even Agatha was flustered for a few moments.
"Lilac…did you just call me Mama?" Agatha asked to make sure that she didn't hear it wrong.
