Post by kat on Feb 28, 2008 14:30:37 GMT -6
OOC;; My horse doesn't have a stall yet so that's why I'm posting here. I'm going to ask Danni for one later....after i do my homework. =P
Also this is open to anyone.
Two figures walked in from the indoor arena, one huge, gray, and muscular, the other slim, small, and blond. The girl smiled as she glanced at her horse, reaching with her left arm to run her hand along his neck. It was warm and a bit sweaty; they'd done quite a bit of jumping today. First they had gone outside for rigorous training, and when it had gotten too cold, they'd moved inside for a bit of calming down. Kat's scalp and hair felt trapped under her black velvet helmet. She shrugged off the itchy feeling on her head and led King towards his stall, glancing up at the brass plate. Royalty's Fire. Her little sister had picked that name for him when Kat couldn't think of one as she prepared to enter her first competition. That was when she was eleven and her sister was six...she giggled. The name still seemed strange to her, but whatever. It had been Delilah who'd picked it. Oh, how she missed Delilah. The adorable little girl, now thirteen, following in her sister's steps.
Kat led King into his stall--it was nice and clean. Daydreaming about her old home, she did the usual--bar up behind them, untack, blahblahblah. She gave him a pat on the neck and kissed the dapples between his eyes before grabbing the saddle and bridle and ducking under the bar. She hung his bridle on the hook in front of his stall and put the saddle away in the tack room. Maybe she'd ride him this afternoon--maybe a trail ride. For now he had to rest. She took off her helmet and set it on top of a shelf, running her hand along the smooth dark velvet. What to do now?[/color]
[[OOC again;; urgh that sucked. Excuse my crappy post >.< -checks Word- yup 294 words. argh. no freaking muse. [/size]
Also this is open to anyone.
Two figures walked in from the indoor arena, one huge, gray, and muscular, the other slim, small, and blond. The girl smiled as she glanced at her horse, reaching with her left arm to run her hand along his neck. It was warm and a bit sweaty; they'd done quite a bit of jumping today. First they had gone outside for rigorous training, and when it had gotten too cold, they'd moved inside for a bit of calming down. Kat's scalp and hair felt trapped under her black velvet helmet. She shrugged off the itchy feeling on her head and led King towards his stall, glancing up at the brass plate. Royalty's Fire. Her little sister had picked that name for him when Kat couldn't think of one as she prepared to enter her first competition. That was when she was eleven and her sister was six...she giggled. The name still seemed strange to her, but whatever. It had been Delilah who'd picked it. Oh, how she missed Delilah. The adorable little girl, now thirteen, following in her sister's steps.
Kat led King into his stall--it was nice and clean. Daydreaming about her old home, she did the usual--bar up behind them, untack, blahblahblah. She gave him a pat on the neck and kissed the dapples between his eyes before grabbing the saddle and bridle and ducking under the bar. She hung his bridle on the hook in front of his stall and put the saddle away in the tack room. Maybe she'd ride him this afternoon--maybe a trail ride. For now he had to rest. She took off her helmet and set it on top of a shelf, running her hand along the smooth dark velvet. What to do now?
[[OOC again;; urgh that sucked. Excuse my crappy post >.< -checks Word- yup 294 words. argh. no freaking muse. [/size]
