Poor Claire knew that her day out at the ranch would be a busy one. Her family owned this ranch for pure enjoyment and family generation. Every morning, she would sit on a small slope of the hill near the stables to watch the morning sunrise. The horses were the pure beauty to her and she would pray to the gods for their protection. She adored and praised the gods for years and gave them gifts at their temples, especially her favorite, Apollo. She knew the God of the Sun would understand her like anyone else. She frowned as the heat came upon her surroundings and saw the horses coming out. The same man she sees every time was a strange mystery to her but she didn't mind his company. Her thoughts were then interrupted when a stallion nuzzled her arm and she gave a smile as she stroked the nose, making it purr. She chuckled as she noticed the brush and the bucket, knowing it wanted a wash. "Come on you", she softly said to it as she led it to the wash area.