Thunderous hoof beats upon the plains. Check.
A colourful rainbow mane. Check.
The feeling of an intense wave of honour rolling forth. Priceless.
Imane and Almatar rode out across the plains like a force of nature. They were as one, in their element, in the moment.
The miai was almost over and the littlest Unicorn had a lot to think about. Was it appropriate to pick a husband based on her gut feelings? Would she even have the opportunity? Did it matter either way?
For now it was nice to be able to forget about thinking and just ride.