Eva's P.O.V.
Today was a big day. Somewhat earlier than normal, I had cycled to the stables with my friend, Fauna, because two new horses had arrived. Once we had parked our bicycles next to the building, and were walking towards the meadows, we became truly nervous.
Would they be nice? What would they look like?
Questions of all kinds drifted through my mind, and probably through Fauna's too, as she staid surprisingly quiet.
"Would they be nice?" I asked then, just to break the silence.
"Of course they are!" Fauna said, rubbing her blond hair out of her face, "Has Bella ever bought a wrong horse?"
I smiled. We had already worked at these stables for nearly two years, and Bella, the owner, had a great sense for horses. She was the reason why this place was so very popular. Especially breeding Friesians was her specialty, and she mainly focused on keeping the foals as purebred as possible.
A few minutes later, we stood leaning against the fence of one of the meadows. In the pasture were two horses, a Friesian and a Haflinger, looking at us weirdly. The Friesian was majestic and elegant, with beautiful feathering and long, wavy mane. His black coat seemed to be radiating blue in the sunlight, as he trotted and snorted towards us.
The other horse shook his head, and kept more of a distance. He was pretty tall, and slightly dark for a Haflinger. His long mane covered both sides of his neck, as well as part of his forehead.
Fauna stroked the black horse over his nose. "I wonder what he's like under the saddle," she said.
"Me too," I said, "But they are stallions, Bella told me. And I've never ridden a stallion before."
"We'll be fine! Bella wouldn't ask us to try out these horses if we couldn't handle them, would she?"
Again, I smiled, and from the corners of my eyes I saw Bella walking towards us. Her darks curls were bound in an appropriate ponytail, and like most of the time, she wore green eye shadow.
"Hi girls!" she said excited, "You've already met my new stallions, I see."
We nodded enthusiastically, but the Fauna spoke up. "What are their names?"
"Well, the Friesian is called Orion's Black Star and the Haflinger's name is Lunard's Radiant Moon," Bella said, "But yeah, you girls no the deal with purebred horses, they get those ridiculously fancy names, so I gave them nicknames, Blacky and Moony."
It wasn't difficult to tell where Bella got those names from. Moony had a blaze in the shape of a waxing moon, and Blacky was, well, black.
"Do you feel like going for a ride?" Bella asked. She held two halters in the air, a red one and a green one. "I've already brought their saddles to the stables, now all you have to do is fight over who gets to ride which one."