'What is a monkey with wings, hmmm." Jo's voice is the first one I hear as I make it to the stable. Beauty's laughter is the next, and my skin prickles at the sound. My body is in tuned to hers. When I am not with her, I crave the time when I can be.

Jo is sitting on a stack of hay eating Knights secret stash of ice-cream, while Beauty sits on a stack of empty beer crates in front of her eating a peppermint ice-cream.

'Definitely flings," Jo says as she laughs.

I watch them ...