Chelsa’s shriek rang out the next morning. “Who returned?” Kristi rubbed her crusted eyelids. “Ghost.” Kristi cracked open her eyes; Chelsa was hugging a very saturated Ghost. His fur dripped with melted snow and tiny icicles had formed on his whiskers. “Can someone hand me a towel?” Chelsa asked. Jaiden handed her one. Chelsa vigorously rubbed Ghost. Once Ghost was dried to her satisfaction, she stood up beaming and said, “Ready to go get the droid-horses?” The landscape outside was beautiful and serene. It was the crack of dawn and the tunes whistled by a symphony of mourning doves, larks and warblers filled the air. “You need a name,” Kristi said to her recently acquired droid-horse. “Mist. I’m calling you Mist.” Mist looked at her with an expression that read: Call me whatever you want and I couldn’t have cared less. She tightened the girth one last time before walking Mist outside into the snowy wonderland. The virgin snow blanketed the world with a dazzling sparkle, completely unmarked except for the footprints made by Chelsa, Jaiden and Kristi on their way to the stable.
