"That horse has it out for us!" one of the younger guards that had joined newly exclaimed, his eyes wide with exasperation.
"Just let her run her course," his older companion replied, shaking his head. "She's as stubborn as her rider. It'll be over when she decides it's over."
Nyxoria, for her part, was completely unbothered by the chaos Penelope caused. She rode with an easy grace, her laughter ringing out as the wind whipped through her hair. For her, this was freedom—a moment where she could forget everything else and simply enjoy the rush of speed and the exhilaration of being untamed.
The guards, however, continued their morning in a state of near-panic, dodging Penelope's antics and muttering about whose idea it was to let the wild mare live here in the first place.
