If there was one thing tha Cyrille accepted, it was that his horse, Sunshine, was a nervous wreck. Twitchy, shying at everything, prone to bolting at the least provocation. He didn’t care. She was lovely and he’d never chose a different horse. Still, when Sunshine’s behavior suddenly flipped on its head, Cyrille didn’t expect that it was anything more than a curse or a spell. He certainly didn’t expect that it all went back to him.