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| ![Queso, I like cheese. [angelkins; possibly mookles/remp] Stefan17](https://i.servimg.com/u/f28/15/98/68/61/stefan17.jpg) B R I D G E T [ryann] B R E N N E R ; Peitharchia" I have secrets, I have scars, as deep as anybody."
The stars lighten the dark sky as a young girl strays into the stables, gleefully, skipping and dancing. Ryann stumbles across a load of horse droppings, which didn't bother her all that much, since she's done worse as she's been forced to do unpleasant things (thank you, mother) and she's slipped in dog crap (way worse, as horse crap is like pellets). She steps over it as she tries to reach closer to her horse's stall: Aislinn (pronounced Ice-lynn). Her bay horse with black stockings--her "dream." Rye tucks her wavy blonde tresses behind her ear, twirling towards the stall, in a pretty sky blue dress, carelessly. She grabs a brush, approaching Aislinn. "Hey, there," she strokes her mane, ridding the dirt and dust, "you okay, there, Aislinn?" she places the back of her palm near the horses muzzle, as she feeds a long carrot to the horse. Aislinn munches noisily on the orange vegetable, causing paranoia to engross Ryann's veins as she hears the crackle of something (or someone) outside her stall. She bites her lip, panicking, somehow scared. She freezes in fear, hiding on the left side of Aislinn, farthest from the stall door.
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| Avery snuck into the stables, peering around for her horse. She then spotted the large horse she so affectionately called, Sully. Avery had always loved animals, but because of their small living quarters and her sister's hatred of all things furry, she had been unable to have more than a cat that she had to leave behind when she moved from Seattle. But now, she had claimed one of the horses in the stables as her own. Sully was tall, with a dappled gray coat that got darker towards his rear. His nose was pink and his face was white. He looked rather unfriendly, however, Avery had grown to love him. She stepped into his stall, gently stroking his silver mane with a smile. "Hey Sully.." she whispered. Sully turned his large head, gently nudging her in the stomach with his pink and white muzzle. Avery smiled, patting his neck. She grabbed a soft brush and began gently flicking the dirt and dust from his coat. "Why do you like to roll around in mud? I just don't understand.." she muttered, finding him more difficult to clean than she had anticipated. Sully: - Spoiler:
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| | Subject: Re: Queso, I like cheese. [angelkins; possibly mookles/remp] Mon May 30, 2011 8:13 pm | |
| B R I D G E T [ryann] B R E N N E R ; Peitharchia" I have secrets, I have scars, as deep as anybody."
Ryann overhears the sound of a low female voice, which seems to make Aislinn purr. It doesn't surprise her; Aislinn always prefers being with company, rather than alone or just the two of them--that's why she's a racing horse. Ice loves competition. "Shush," Ryann puts her index finger to her horse's muzzle, "stay." she lowers her voice to a soft whisper, latching the rope onto Aislinn, holding it tightly as she peers out the stall. In the stall across from Aislinn's, she sees a girl [[I hope you don't think I'm god-modding]] and her horse, "Sully." Funny, she can't help, but think of Monster's Inc. She considers it safe and pulls out a stool. Aislinn's rather tall for a mare. She decides to ride Ice bareback, to save the energy of pulling all her stuff together. Before clicking her heels on each side to start Aislinn, she bites her lip, whispering to the other girl, "Do you want to ride together?" she hopes Aislinn calms down and doesn't gallop off into the moonlit night. She's awfully energetic for a nine-year-old, unlike Rye herself, but, hey, opposites attract. Plus, if she accepts Aislinn will happily make two new friends.
-- Aislinn and Sully should fall in love. Horsey love. ;3 |
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