Pinques.

Slowly they walk their horses in unison, riding in a state of grace.
The riders are young.
They have already earned the honor of wearing the scarlet hunt coat.
Their demeanor is humble.
Perhaps they are quietly talking with each other, all the while conversing with their bodies to the horses.
They may be praying, a race is soon to be run.
The field is being checked, the eyes of the crowd are on the two young women and their horses.
Not even the riveted attention of thousands can penetrate their attunement.
Riding horses of great magnificence, clad in coats of honor, sitting tall and proud while humility prevails.