The clearing path outside the hallowed premises of the academy was cloaked in a serene morning, save for the tumultuous symphony of hooves colliding with the earth. Each strike reverberated through the air, creating a chorus of sound that echoed into the distance.
At the head of the pack, Ambrose and Agnes, had surged ahead of their fellow students. Their graceful synchrony with their steeds spoke volumes of their skill and camaraderie. Seraphina, however, was engaged in an entirely different battle, one that found her struggling to control her spirited horse.
"Listen to me, you wild creature!" Seraphina's voice pierced the stillness of the morning as she castigated her horse, a mirror image of her own stubborn spirit. "Rest can wait until we've finished our task," she implored her mount, which responded with a defiant neigh.
