sweet isabella wants a boyfriend

isabella: i fly to a small meadow with beautiful flowers growing everywhere. i land gracefuly with out a sound and observe the area. my horse comatose lands delecatley beside me nickering sweelty as he always does. today i was going against my brothers wishes; i was looking for a conpainion. i my long wvey black hair flowed over my sholders. i looked up at the clear blue sky waitng; my green eyes searching.