C132 Riverside Horse Field

Summer.

"This is it." The coachman's skin was dark and his skills were superb. He shouted and pulled the reins. The two horses pulled the carriage and neighed. They raised their hooves and stopped on the road.

Shire looked into the distance and saw a beautiful plain. Bright yellow flowers were spread out in large patches, growing wildly under the sun. Dark green shrubs grew within