A Noble Sentiment

"Is that…" Jessamyn muttered, unable to contain the swirl of various emotions in her heart.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she covered her mouth with her hands, overwhelmed with sorrow and disbelief.

Tied to the shade of a tree was a brown horse, its once-proud stature now a mere shadow of its former glory. The horse had a distinct white mark between its eyes, shaped like a jasmine, a feature that had once made it stand out.

Joar had once told her that the jasmine-shaped mark on the horse's forehead was the reason he had chosen him; he couldn't walk away from that horse after noticing the mark.

The horse had been wild and untamable, a powerful creature that defied control by anyone except Joar. Yet, with a single command from him, the horse would transform, his wild spirit calming instantly. He would circle Joar, nuzzling him affectionately, as if he were a small, eager puppy, forgetting his immense size and strength.