"Hold you horses, girl!" Mekoa remarked with a fit of giggles. "I haven't even put on the tack yet." Reaching to a simple bar rack, she took down a bridle and saddle just a few shades darker than the horse's coloration. The saddle blanket was the palest of blues with storm grey stitching. Once all the ridding tack was assembled onto the horse, the effect was breathtaking. Every time she saw the stallion like this it reminded her of dawn before a sunrise, virgin snow, and the untainted rivers of her homeland.<br/>It also filled her with regret.