Thunder crackled in the distance. Syra eyed the colt nervously. The Wild One returned her gaze without fear as he mouthed the bit. "Do I have to take him out today?" she asked her father nervously. The elder Bozrath nodded without looking away from where he was rechecking the tack. "Why?" "You are the only one this colt trusts. If he is not broken in today, he may remain wild. We need him, Syra, you know that. Our ranch is dying and we are about to lose it to the cities," he explained casually as he motioned for her to mount. When she did so, the mighty shoulders rolled under her legs. Her nerves were not reassured when the Wild One balked, kicking the stall wall angrily. He knew she didn't belong there. "Go!" Instantly, her father released the rope that held the colt still, leaving it free to bolt through the barn, charge out the door, and leap from the cliff. Syra was terrified as the colt showed more speed than any of the smaller Winged Ones had ever hinted at. She grasped the reins, pulling them taut and forcing the angry equine to look back. Their eyes locked and she relaxed for the first time. Equinox was angry at being caught, being strapped to some leather contraption, and forced to carry her, but there was no rage for her. She smiled as thunder rumbled behind her. * Oh, and the little sign in the back is the welcome sign. It reads "Dyrad Training Ranch for Winged Ones"