The Darlington’s barn reminded her of her mother’s art studio. From the carvings on the building’s beams to the inscriptions above every stall, extra care had been put in every detail. Though the teen had the fortune of never having met with death, she could feel the thestral looking at her.
Petting every horse on the way to the thestral, Prairie eventually stood in front of the illusory empty stall. “Why are you away from your family?” She asked the invisible beast as she gently reached out to him or her.