“Is he not beautiful?” she gushed with a smile so bright it could light up a room. It had taken a great deal of effort to get the horse just right, and Jeannie was terribly pleased with the result. Oh, she hoped that her master liked him as well!
“He is yours!” she squealed softly, bouncing with excitement. Which made the horse shy, tossing his head and shifting to the side. Jeannie reached over to set her hand on his massive shoulder, crooning soothingly in her native language. It seemed to work as the horse calmed.
Once the horse had settled, Jeannie turned her smile back on Guy and spoke again. This time in a more modulated tone. “You have been looking for a horse, have you not? I thought you wanted one. If you do not like him, I will get rid of him, but I thought he would make you happy.”
Her fingers found the soft hair of the horse’s mane, stroking gently as she kept her eyes on the man, waiting for a sign of approval. “Are you not happy, master? He was a bay, but I made him black. You like black, do you not? Would you like him to be another color? But oh, you look so handsome in black, and you would look so fine on a black horse! Please do not make me change him.”