Cynebur was never bold enough to embrace normal life, as that life held its perils her courage couldn't challenge. It started in early age, as she chose chores of her father then chores given by mother, running away from house to the open fields and horses.
Horses were always her great love, free and good friends, righteous in their being, just as she strived to be. With father she rode trough fields, caring for cattle and horses, sharing just few words with him, as others would not be needed. They understood each other.







