It was funny, really, because Kira was always jumping that mare at a higher level than I ever dreamed to be at, yet now here she was, barely even trotting over poles on the ground and a small crossrail with her prestigious horse. And sure, I was aware that even high-end jumpers like Dawn needed breaks from work, and that after, they needed to be eased back into their daily routine. But something was off—and what was the deal with that snowflake?