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After feeling how fresh her pony had been yesterday, she decided that some intensive flat-work was in order. Magic was a good pony, but could hardly be called highly educated. Saffron guessed that the pony's ex-owner had spent most of his riding hours simply bombing about on her, but Saffron couldn't imagine a kinder or more willing horse and wouldn't have swapped her for the flashest show-hack in the land.
She spent about an hour working Magic in the arena, a tyre rimmed area that the agistment people had built on flat land