Ever since I downsized my stables, my little mustang sanctuary felt...different, in a sort of lifeless way. Earlier this year I had sold off a complete half of my personal horses to various breeders, only keeping those closest to me. I quickly realized that without them, the land is, quite frankly, dead quiet. So, I'm very happy to introduce Queenie, a gorgeous tovero girl from Eowyn Vance. I've wanted an AT horse for as long as I can remember, and I'm so glad to finally own the perfect one for me.
Queenie is lot bigger than my other mustangs, and she's already started to assert herself as the lead mare. I have a feeling that she's two-faced; rude to the other horses but a sweetheart to me. My proof? This morning, she begged me into a morning trail ride after chasing the poor cat around for hours. Talk about an I-get-what-I-want attitude—but I just couldn't resist that face. In the light, her eyes are a hazel brown glossed over with pale sea foam...I've had blue-eyed mustangs before, but none were like her.
Today started out as a gloomy training day with the girls: Blue, a lovely sport appaloosa from Maritza Aehrenthal, Primrose, my own leopard mustang filly, and Zitella, a sweet-faced knabby bred by the ever amazing Luke Teth. They were hitched at the entrance of the outdoor ring, and they were too close for comfort, if I might add. Zitella was tacked up in a dashing eggplant color that blended well with her coat, and Blue was next. The spotted bay was dressed in, well, you guessed it. Prim grew fussy at the lack of attention and decided to cause a bit of a bicker with Blue, while Zitella basked in the camera moment.
One word: mares. I was surprised at how calm my Zitella was during the petty fight beside her. It's like she knows that she's photogenic. Her expression consisted of forward ears, fluttering lashes, and a soft pout in her droopy lip that just craved sugar cube. I decided to take the others away to focus on her for today's lesson, the goodest gorl.
As time flew by, the morning fog began to fade and sunlight slowly poured through the thick aura. Mounting Zitella was easy, and her walk was comfortable all around. She has a very dainty head, delicate hooves, and a gentle pace that makes me feel like I'm riding on a knabstrubber unicorn. Yes, she's that magical. Here's me giving a thumbs up because I approve.
Today started out as Zitella's first lesson, and ended as bonding time for me and her. She's not one of my Spanish mustangs, but I could definitely get used to this little lady.