Despite Esfir's love for the wide steppes in the part of Russia she (calls) called home, and despite her grandfather living on a farm, Esfir is a city-girl through and through. Horses are...horses. Some are bigger than others, some are prettier.

Bargaining she knows, but most of what Ben and John debate and argue about goes straight over her head.

What this means is that when she rides out of the town, all she really knows is that Ben's horse is so dark a brown to be black, and more of a prancer compared to her own horse, which is a nice soft tan-gold-brown with lighter mane and tail.




Not that she minds. She quite likes this horse.