54: The Dance Of Hooves And Heartbeats

LISA’S POV

With my heart pounding, I stood beside Sarah, my breath completely hitched. Her large eyes watched me, filled with expectations yet calm.

“Easy there,” I whispered, reaching out with my left hand to stroke her velvety muzzle. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought she might rear up in protest. Instead, she leaned into my touch again, her warm breath puffing against my palm.

A smile bloomed on my face, as bright and unexpected as a sunflower in a field of wheat.

I glanced over at Asher, his eyes twinkling with encouragement. “Go on,” he urged, “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

I continued to stroke Sarah, my fingers gently tracing the contours of her face. I felt an invisible thread of connection weave itself between us. Could it be possible she recognizes me as Kiara even though I don’t recall ever mounting her.

Just like Asher, it must have been hard for her as well not knowing where her owner was. I rewarded her calmness with a handful of carrot treats, their crunch ec