Arriving at the base of the waterfall, Marianna felt the spray mist her face. It felt so cold and refreshing on her wind burnt cheeks. She’d been riding for days now. Weeks, maybe? Time kind of lost all meaning when she rode. The back of her horse transported her in more ways than one.

She’d been riding since she could walk. That was the way of her people. They lived in harmony and deep communion with the horses and the land. Each of them learned to care for and ride the horses as the learned to dress and walk and feed themselves.