He was a true battle companion, a partner in winning glory.
All-white Gabriel, whose fur was incredibly glossy, strutted proudly like an elegant noble gentleman.
Thomas Shannon took the reins and patted its head. Gabriel lowered its head to nuzzle him, letting out a low whinny.
With a flip, Thomas Shannon gracefully mounted the horse.
Sophie Sullivan was brought to the equestrian center by the man in black. There, she saw Thomas Shannon riding a white horse, galloping freely.
The white horse was unbelievably beautiful, and the man on its back was as handsome as a divine deity.
Together with the distant mountain peaks and the nearby equestrian center, they formed a harmonious and beautiful picture.
Thomas Shannon rode Gabriel up to Sophie Sullivan. Gabriel raised its head high, neighing loudly.
"Can I touch it?" Sophie Sullivan looked up, her voice full of genuine admiration. "It's so beautiful."
