"You're moving him to the new facility?" Christi asked, looking at Serena as she watched Midnight frolic in the snow. Serena nodded, a smile ghosting her pale lips. "I don't think he likes the snow very much, and I want him to be happy," she simply said, planning out his trip inside her head.
"The stable isn't even finished." Christi scoffed at the idea.
"Don't fret. I've had some builders make a temporary paddock for him - with a small stall."
"Still, he's a Thoroughbred! He shouldn't be kept outside like some pony."
Serena turned to the ginger, angry at her words. "I told you, he'll have a stall! Go away before you lose your job," she hissed, turning her attention back to the stallion, whom was now eating his feed near the gate.
"Don't worry boy, soon you'll have a new rider. And maybe even a pasture buddy!"