They fought side by side, winning glory as companions.
The all-white Gabriel, his coat exceptionally glossy, strode with his head held high, the very picture of an elegant, aristocratic gentleman.
Thomas Shannon took the reins and patted Gabriel's head. Gabriel lowered his head to nuzzle him, uttering soft neighs.
With a vault, Thomas Shannon elegantly mounted the horse.
Sophie Sullivan was brought to the equestrian center by the man in black. There, she saw Thomas Shannon riding freely on his white horse.
The white horse was unbelievably beautiful, and the man riding it was as handsome as a divine deity.
Together with the distant mountain peak and the nearby equestrian center, they formed a harmonious and beautiful scene.
Riding Gabriel, Thomas Shannon approached Sophie Sullivan. Gabriel raised his head high and neighed.
"May I touch him?" Sophie Sullivan looked up, a heartfelt admiration in her voice. "He's so beautiful."
