Azuki had accomplished little in her workroom today, but for once she didn't care. She had a horse! Her very own horse, Lily, a beautiful bay with black socks, mane and tail, and even a trim of black around her expressive ears! She had ridden Lily around the pasture at a walk and then at the smooth amble the horses used over distances. It was quick, but not jouncing for the rider like a trot, nor tiring for either horse or rider like a canter. Lily was responsive, so much so that ...