Arriving W/ Prance {Open}

[Carrie]

Pine trees, Oak trees, and tons of more trees, surrounded the gray pickup truck, as it rattled toward Berlington. Carrie Fierkie, was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the arm rest. The long driveway was made of cement, but it still had bumps and cracks, making the old pickup truck jump up and down. The twenty-one year old gripped the wheel with two hands now, and then finally, after what seemed like hours of driving through mountains, she reached her new home.

Carrie was asked, by Mr. and Mrs. Richardson to come to their beautiful Equestrian Center, and be an instructor, since she already competed at a national level in Eventing. Carrie agreed to come, but she still had college to finish. She talked with her parents, and they decided for her to go to school in Berlington, and teach there as well. So she drove here, all the way from South Colorado. She's never been up in North Colorado, and always found it adventuring to go. Now this was her chance. Along with Carrie, came along a black Hanoverian filly, named Prancy Step. Carrie bought the filly back at home, from a Hanoverian Breeding Farm. It cost her a lot, but her parents payed most of it. Lucky for her, her family was rich.

Carrie hopped out of her rented pick-up truck, and then attempted to close the door. She groaned, but the door wouldn't close fully. I need to get myself a suitable car she thought, and then gave up, jogging to the back of the trailer.

[Mikeala Rogers]

"Good Girl!" The girl crooned, as she slowly led the wide warmblood mare out of her stall. The horse took slow steps as she followed her owner through the busy barn aisle of Berlington Equestrian. A while ago, the warmblood would have been ahead of the girl, frighted of all the noises and people. But now the mare trudged slowly along, reluctant to move any faster. From the looks of her now, the horse looked like a tall, fat, lazy quarter horse mare, owner careless of her weight, and the amount of exersize she got. You wouldent guess she had been skinny and working on 3rd level dressage and pre-novice eventing. Or that the mare was still only 6. But she was all of these above and more, once a highstrung trakener mare, spooking at everything she could, now a heavily pregnet warmblood, eating for two.

Mikeala Rogers patted Revalation's neck as she ducked under the cross ties to grab her grooming box. One of the few things Revi enjoyed while carrying this huge weight was being groomed, and today being so sunny, the mare would probably enjoy the heat. Mikeala had chosen the cross ties that had been isolated from the others, and that faced the yard. Revalation being pregnet put the mare in an even worse temperment around other horses than she already was, and Mikeala didn't want to cause any injuries. Mikeala took the curry comb, and began rubbing Rev's coat in circles, bringing up loose hair and dirt. Once all the dirt and hair had been brought up to the surface, Mikeala took her brush and flicked it all away, bringing out a beautiful bay coat.

Both Mikeala and Rev noticed as the trailer pulled up to the yard. It was very common to see horse trailers here, with the commings and goings of horses being sold and bought. So this was no suprise, but when nobody came out to greet the trailer, was when Mikeala became curious. It was about Mid-trimester, so their really should have been any students coming to the school now, should their. Mikeala neglected Rev (who stomped imapaiently) and watched curiously at the woman.

[Carrie]

Carrie opened up the gate of the trailer, and lay it down gently on the ground. She smiled, and was happy to see that her filly didn't look like she was injured. She was her happy self, ears pricked with curiousity. She had to stop numerous amounts of times to check on the filly, at rest stops, resteraunts, and more. It was about a five hour drive since she lived all the way in South Colorado, while Berlington was in North Colorado.

Prance whinnied, sensing that she was finally going to be able to let out of the not-very spacious trailer. She hated trailers, and often grew cranky, when being forced into one for five hours. She stamped her foot, eager to get out. Carrie reassured her, and then slowly, and calmly walked up her side. She unclipped her, and then asked for her to back out, which she did gladly.

Once they were out, Carrie smiled, and patted the filly's neck. She then went over her body, looking for any injuries that may have happened during the trip. She didn't see any, but was still going to have a vet check her, just in case. Carrie then saw a girl, with a pregnant looking horse. She started to lead Prance towards them. She stopped, a few feet away, and spoke. "Hi. Uh.. Do you know where the office is?" she asked.

[Mikeala Rogers]

Rev impaiently grabbed onto Mikeala's shirt and pulled, sending Mikeala back a few steps. Mikeala laughed, and turned away from the trailer, then took a brush and began to brush Revi's face the mare sighed, and relaxed, loving the feel of the brush on her itchy face. Mikeala then bent to brush the horses legs, which had some shavings on them, from when the mare had lied down. Picking up a hoof pick, Mikeala picked up the mare's feet and cleaned out any stones, manure or dirt.

*Not Finished*