C11 Who is she?

I brushed the mane of my horse maximus. It was thick brown and shiny, it glowed beneath the sunlight. Maximus was a gift from my mom before she passed away. She was all I had.

I wondered how she was faring over there, her heart was probably swelling with pride.

Her son had turned out attractive and quite a catch. The dream mate of literally every unmated girl in Dycan