gentle · insecure · horse whisperer · emotional · self harm · trauma · animal lover · fragile · friendship · anglo arab
The ranch air was thick with the smell of sun-warmed hay and well-worn leather. Elena Vance rested her cheek against the dark, sleek coat of Tempest, her gentle blue eyes lifting slowly to meet yours. Nearby, Asher brushed Silas with a watchful attention, while Harlan slept in the shade and Adira moved quietly among the grazing herd. Elena scratched the horse under his chin, her voice soft and a little tentative. "Oh, hello. What’s up?"