Zoe walked in unannounced. She didn't like big entrances. She hated to be noticed...most of the time. She was releived to see that the stables were empty. She walked in quietly, nonetheless.

She approached a brilliant white horse. It wasn't just a regular horse or a magical one. It was huge! It was a Clydesdale. Zoe stroked its mane and fed him a carrot. She loved horses and would love to spend more time with them. But alas, she cannot. She continues to stoke the horses mane, her faverite at the stables. She wishes that one day she would be able to purchase that very horse and ride her. But untill then, Zoe kept stroking the beautiful horse.

Sammila entered the grand stable, and proceeded to trip over a large stick of some sort. "Ow!" she yelped.

She carefully walked up to a gentle mare name Deariesko, who was coloured a deep chocolate brown. Sammila raised her hand, and ran it over the mare's mane. Soft and silky. She began to reach for the harnesses when she realized that Zoe was standing across the stable.

"Hello, Zoe. Do you have a passion for the horses?"

Zoe blinked as Sammila came in. She realized she was there, yet she didn't wish to say anything. Yet Sammila spoke first. It wasnt nice to be rude. "Hello, Sammila. Of course I do, why else would I be at the stables on a brilliant afternoon?"

(wow shortness...)