"I don't know how you're doing it Terrence. I can't imagine letting my mane down in this heat." Shenandoah flicks her head, moving her forelock from where it stuck to her head. "It's suffocating down here."  "What, can't handle the heat?" Terrence teased, shoulder checking Shenandoah as they walked through the furnace. "If it's too tough for you, you can always go home." The buckskin mare's eyes narrowed as she huffed and picked up her pace. "Absolutely not, I was giving you sy...