Clover wasn't sure whether the curse transformed her into a Witch's Pony due to being a witch herself, or whether it had been random. Either way, she felt certain that if she hadn't become this specific breed, she would be completely without magic. But because she had become a magical breed, she could feel her magic slowly beginning to return as the days passed by.
Dmitri let the mares into a private pasture every day so they weren't cooped up in the stable. He also, apologizing profusely the entire time, rode them for at least half an hour daily. Given that Clover hadn't been ridden at all yet, he needed to make sure she would be comfortable with a rider when the time came to leave. Similarly, he needed to ensure Jenny maintained her comfort with being ridden.
After a week, Clover's magic had finally recovered enough that she could utilize the Witch's Pony speed. Dmitri saddled and mounted her so that she could get some practice with it. Jenny, who had already been getting practice with her magic speed, remained at the stable, being fussed over by Dmitri's wife.
Clover pawed at the ground with her hoof, eager to utilize her magical speed. Dmitri reached over to pat her neck.
"I can tell you are impatient, dear sister. Let us delay no longer."
With that, they were off.