Czternascie

she's always been here, hasn't she? The sand of the arena under her feet, the soft whip of the rider, the iron in her mouth. This had always been the case, ever since she was old enough to hold a saddle on her back. It was curious at first. Unusual. ⠀

Then arena again, circle and circle, foot to foot, it's like floating on the ground, like it's water- that's what they want. Step by step, every year, to achieve perfection. But perfection doesn't exist, does it?⠀She doesn't remember when she felt like she was going crazy. Repeat, repeat, the new gesture a smooth step, a new circle. Be obedient, be submissive, and they will not expect anything "wild" from you. ⠀

...But you've always been obstinate, haven't you?"

Unlike many Hanoverian horses, which are mostly docile nature, Сzternascie was too wayward, and refused to wear the saddle, and with great reluctance listened to the riders and almost never admit to people. During one of the exercises she threw off her rider and ran off into the woods.
If she needed people, it would be possible to say that she "went wild" in the woods and in the mountains, but there she was the best, without the owners and orders. Perhaps it was the blood of the Arab ancestors? Who knows.
Likes to spend time in the water, especially near the rivers and in the shade of trees or swim,watch birds and listen to them.