Mace, Lady, and Gravedigger all stood in the familiar field of Thorn Rose Stables munching on what little forage was to be found in the winter. They could have headed over to the spacious and well stocked shelter not far off, but all three had just finished another training run with their riders and were enjoying the cold weather that gave them just as much energy as the magic their riders threw around.
Lady was the lightest colored and shortest of the set, her cremello coat broken o...
