To say that Rena was nervous about meeting Mags was an understatement. She was certain she’d faint before she actually got down to the stable. Her hands clutched the reins tightly as she led Maybel down the road.
“Mags? I’m… here,”
Rena called out, clearing her throat when she realized her voice sounded timid. It was a split second before she saw Mags’ head pop out of the open barn door and she jogged over, leading an energetic (and massive!) stallion.
“Hey Rena! So glad you could make it!”
Mags replied with a grin, slowing to a halt. She seemed to realize Rena looks petrified before glancing at the horse she was leading.
“Oh, I keep forgetting you haven’t met him yet. This is my baby, Troy. He’s a registered American Warmblood and we compete in 3-day eventing together. Maybe one day we can train together,”
She ended up explanation with a wink before mounting Troy and trotted past a dumbstruck Rena.
“Come on, we’ve got somewhere to go!”
***
Rena could only guess that they had finally reached their destination as Mags slowed Troy to a walk and relaxed the reins to let him drink water.
“Your dad called. He wanted me to convince you to take lessons again,”
Rena refused to look at her. Her gaze focused on her grip on the reins as Maybel lowered her head to drink water. She didn’t want to discuss this.
“Would you be up for private lessons? I think it might be less stressful for you if we take advantage of the environment that we have here rather than forcing you to be somewhere you aren’t comfortable. Besides, I need somebody to train with me,”
Mags offered, receiving nothing in reply. A quick tug on the reins brought Troy’s head back up and Mags glanced at Rena.
“Race you to the end of the beach!”
“W-wait, what?!”
Rena tugged on the reins to get Maybel’s attention before Maybel took off after Troy, wanting to join into the excitement. Rena cluttered pieces of her mane and shifted in the saddle as they galloped down the beach.
“Wait up!”
Rena called out, laughing. The fresh, stark air felt refreshing, especially after the humid week that they had had. It was perfection, at least in Rena’s mind. To ride along the beach or even just outside of a confined ring was something she never even considered. She’d definitely be doing more of this.
“Let’s watch the sunset and then go home, okay?”
Mags asked as Rena caught up with her at the end of the strip, just before it curved and continued along a different part of the beach. Rena’s hands clenched and unclenched around the reins before she nodded.
“I’m up for it.”
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