The matriarch
The heart of the barn.
The best of the line.
Lexi is the kind of horse a barn is built around. She is a bay Hanoverian Warmblood mare, sixteen and one hands of big, blocky, beautifully made substance — the kind of mare who fills a stall and fills a room. She is around fifteen years old. She does not look it. She does not act it. And she has absolutely no interest in slowing down.
She is Amy’s sister — the same Hanoverian blood, the same expressive gaits, the same generous heart. Lily and Charlotte Kavanaugh have owned Lexi for many, many years, long enough to understand exactly what she is and long enough to have trusted her with the most important job on the property. Over the years they have produced multiple foals from her, watching her pass on, generation after generation, everything that makes her exceptional.
She is smart. She is beautiful. She has the kind of personality that makes every person who walks past her stall stop and stay a little longer than they planned. And when she is given the chance to jump — which still happens, because she still loves it — she reminds everyone that a broodmare is only a broodmare because she had something worth passing on in the first place.
