Valinta had been waiting by the border of Cercatori every day since Ever had left in search of a horse for her. It was probably the most excited and impatient the young female had ever been, and when she saw the stallion that Ever rode, Valinta literally jumped with joy. She couldn't wait to see Ever again and thank her, and meet her new horse.
Wondering what would be a good name for the horse, despite not having seen him yet, Valinta raised her arm in greeting to Ever. She was coming down a small hill with Saphraine and another horse.
He was a tall one, Valinta could tell. She'd need to practice mounting and dismounting or risk falling on her face. And she'd need to get a brush ready, and get him settled into the stable.
But first, meeting him was important. And there he was. A tall, silver-white stallion with black spots. He was beautiful. Dalmatian was the first thing Valinta thought of him, and that would be his name.
Dalmatian. It fit, in a way.
Stepping forward slowly, Valinta reached out and touched his nose. He knickered and stepped forward, and Valinta took this as acceptance. She rested her forehead onto his, and smiled as she stroked his cheeks.
She loved him. Dalmatian the horse was amazing. Letting go of him, Valinta threw her arms around Ever and giggled. Thank you Ever! she squealed. He's amazing!
Valinta Speaks
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