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Post by calliefan234 on May 24, 2012 16:56:37 GMT -5
Sammie and I walk up to the Stables. I go to Harley and Midnight;s field and lean over the fence. I blow a sharp, peircing whistle. Harley came thundering up, his mane flowing behind him and for a second, I could just picture him racing across the plains as a wild horse. And then he slowed down and I came back to reality. I gabbed his black halter with Harley embroidered on it. "C'mon boy. Time to trail ride.
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Post by sammie on May 24, 2012 17:06:19 GMT -5
I go into the field gracefully, clutching Midnight's gorgeous green halter with "Midnight" stitched on in red velvet. I latch it on him and bring him into the stable, smiling from ear to ear.
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Post by calliefan234 on May 24, 2012 19:31:24 GMT -5
ooc: sorry 4 late post had bro's concert
I groom Harley thoroughly so His coat is gleaming. I comb out his buzzed mane and brush his tail. I lower a neon orange saddlepad onto his back followed by my black wintec 2000 saddle. As I tightened my girth, then looked over at Sammy, who was grooming. "Ill be ready In 5 minutes" I called.
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Post by sammie on May 24, 2012 19:35:54 GMT -5
Sammie hears her. "Me too" I say, grooming my gelding to perfection, combing his mane and tail and then tacking up. I check my watch. 4 minutes and 59 seconds on the dot. I smile.
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Post by calliefan234 on May 24, 2012 19:52:09 GMT -5
I lead Harley to the mounting block and hop on gracefully. With a nudge of my heel Harley moved forward swiftly. His neck was arched and he swished his tail as we practically pranced to the road. I turned and waited for Sammie
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Post by sammie on May 24, 2012 20:37:24 GMT -5
I could tell Midnight was extra lively as we veered gracefully to the road. "I think Middle could use a gallop. Want to go to the trails in the back forest instead?" I ask her, smiling.
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Post by calliefan234 on May 24, 2012 20:44:01 GMT -5
I nodded "Sure!" I lead Harley to the woods. It was peacful, with just the quiet hum of life in every forest. Harley puts his head down to a leisurely level and just relax. "I feel this is the first time I have relaxed sense i got here. Drama and social order are pretty big here at Canterwood crest, isnt it. They did NOT put that in the brochure" I laugh, and end up snagging a flower from a nearby tree and putting it in Harley's mane.
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Post by sammie on May 24, 2012 20:45:29 GMT -5
I nod, laughing. I thought for a second, keeping energetic Midnight at a slow, relaxed, flawless walk. "I don't get how that Skye girl got the money to pay for a school like this."
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Post by calliefan234 on May 24, 2012 20:51:50 GMT -5
"Me, neither. And through all the switching Foster familes, how was she able to keep Moondance? And what about all those designer clothes she wears? Its a mystery to me." I swung my feet at Harleys sides.
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Post by sammie on May 24, 2012 20:55:14 GMT -5
"I'm starting to think it's all an act." I laugh, throwing my head aback and pickig up a swift trot.
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Post by calliefan234 on May 24, 2012 21:00:32 GMT -5
I let Harley trot next to Midnight. "Yeah, BUT how do you explain the bruises?" I posted to Harley's Rythm and he craned his neck forward
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Post by sammie on May 24, 2012 21:05:56 GMT -5
I shrug. "I don't know. Makeup? Whatever. let's have fun!" I say, clicking my amazing mare into a gallop, we moved seamlessly and swiftly.
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Post by calliefan234 on May 24, 2012 21:12:06 GMT -5
OOC: Is midnight mare or gelding? you've said it both ways....
I grinned and moved Harley into a quick gallop. I lean my head onto his neck and thust him forward. Harley, thrilled, used al his power and flew. It was amazing. We swept pass Sammie and continued up a hill. Harleys muscles were so strong i knew he could of kept going for hours. But i pulled him into a steady walk, and turned and waited for Sammie.
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Post by sammie on May 25, 2012 7:21:18 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry, midnight's a gelding  Once Midnight saw that Harley was going fast so he could too, he quickened his pace and they were soaring, faster then Harley, faster then the wind, Midnight's hooves pounding the open grass. |
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Post by calliefan234 on May 25, 2012 15:13:41 GMT -5
Harley snorted and tossed his head. "Nice. He's fast." Harley picked up his hoof and pounded it on the ground. "Aw, he wants to go again." I patted his muscular neck. "He likes to race, and win."
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