I've had horses my whole life, and became the only vet tech in a family of nurses. (Wow - just typed "purses" & fixed!) I love the scent of horse, hay and leather. I love walking through the field and getting mugged by half-a-dozen soft noses looking for treats. YOU try saying "no" to those enormous liquid hopeful eyes...
We have 2 half-Arab mares. Sassy is six, a silver dapple Morab who's very people-y. She's small enough for me to get on without a ladder and unambitious enough to make pleasure riding an actual pleasure. My daughter's pony Moonlight is twenty, now pure white with little red freckles. What we call a flea-bitten grey. She's great w/Tami, very easy to ride and lead but is occasionally head-shy. She gave us quite a scare two years ago when she kamikaze'd herself into a tree branch - just missed the jugular. Moonlight and Tami are so cute together.
Horse people are horse people for life. It's a hole in your soul if there's no horse to fill it. My elven culture have war mares and "rangers" are the elite cavalry troops. In Riever's Heart, the heroine Verdeen not only dreamed of being a warrior, but of being an elite ranger with a shining white horse. Except the choosing is done by the HORSES...and none picked her when the time came. Anyone who's faced the bitterness of shattered dreams, who's faced the "what now?" can relate and sympathize with Verdeen's plight. The bitterness of seeing the coveted pin on her best friend's collar...while having none on her own.
How we face such disappointments tells the world who we truly are. Do we rise above it and move on? Are we truly happy for the ones who got what we wanted? Do we find that closed door actually opened a window we never would have considered had the door not closed?
Verdeen has to go off w/Daq Aryk to his frozen homeland of Isadorikja. (Think Spartans in Iceland, w/a Viking mentality.) Cold. Primitive. Startlingly beautiful, with a proud strong people. She goes to help Aryk unite the clans into a nation. The adventure of a lifetime...with the love of her life.
Maybe those horses knoew something she didn't?