Zaida put a thumbs up.
The owl clapped with joy. "Yes, I think you have darling."
She walked over with small sugar cubes feeding it to the grey horse and pat his head as she whispered softly. "He is now yours. Treat him well. Let me get you a saddle, so you both are comfortable." She said walking over to the fence with a dark almost black saddle.
The horse sighed eating the cubes.