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The graceful female nodded her head as Hadley passed by, a small smile on her features. She seemed fairly amused by what was happening if the sparkle in her eyes was anything to go by. His face grew warmer, struggling with how to explain it away. He wanted to ride Blessing, and be good at it. Life just didn't seem like it was going to be giving him any slack anytime soon. Just when life with his mate was going back to normal, no longer ignoring each other, life decided to strike again, sticking him to make a fool of himself in front of someone who was almost a complete stranger to him.
Hadley tugged on the reins, Blessing coming to a halt in order to munch on a nearby bush. At least it looked like she was listening to him this way. Relief flickered at her soft spoken words. The stutter didn't bother him. He used to stutter when he'd first started talking. Not much anymore unless he was truly frightened. Thanks. Her name's Blessing. The mare's ears pricked up at her name, turning to look over at them both. A gentle nicker filled the air, two sets of brown eyes looking at the female before the horse returned to grazing.