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Post by Ryan Gallahill on Dec 31, 2012 23:45:02 GMT -6
Ryan's heavy boots crunched through the snow as he walked towards the barn. The sun shone brightly off of the snow, and a slight chill was in the air, but Ryan didn't mind. A light sweatshirt was his only protection, since he didn't expect to be standing around too much anyway. He entered the Red Willow barn and walked down to where Sunny was stabled, smiling as the grey mare stuck her head over the door in the hopes of some loving. He obliged, stroking her for a good five minutes, before grabbing her halter and leading her out into the cross ties.
After brushing and tacking the mare, Ryan grabbed his helmet and then led her out into the sunshine. He used the mounting block to get up in the saddle, then adjusted his seat. Satisfied, he used his legs to ask the mare to walk forward, leading her in the direction of the Green Hill trail. He preferred the simple trail to the other two that were available to the students, simply because it was easier, and wider. With Sunny moving nicely underneath him, eager to please as always, Ryan looked around at the grounds, which he saw covered in snow for the first time. It was a nice campus, and the dusting of snow made it look wonderful, especially with the nice weather out.
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Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jan 1, 2013 19:54:58 GMT -6
Cara stood outside Blue House. She was dressed to go riding, but she wasn't sure if that was what she really wanted to do. Even though snow covered the ground, the weather was beautiful and almost felt like spring. She headed toward the barn, but veered off before she reached the building where her horses were housed and headed toward the trails, on foot.
There were so many things running through her head, that Cara hoped that a walk would help her clear her head. She walked amongst the trees that we all part of the Green Hill trails. She wrapped her around herself as she left what little warmth the sun had offered and entered the shade of the trees.
As she walked, she thought about the decision she had made before Christmas to sell her Gypsy Cob. Although, it didn't matter how much she thought about it now, as the mare had been bought by an elderly couple who had owned their own horses for years and wanted the little pony for their granddaughter to learn to ride on. The girl closed her eyes as she thought about all of the horses she had worked with.
The further she walked, the more her thoughts kept returning to the one mare who would always remain in her heart. There wasn't a single day that went past when she didn't spend some time thinking about Bunny.
She was walking without knowing quite where she was going, and was quite surprised to find herself on the edge of a shallow stream. The water ran too quickly for it to freeze. Brushing the snow off the tree stump beside the creek, she sat down and gazed at the pebbles below the surface of the water. Although she was never one for wistful thinking, she couldn't help but envy those pebbles. The tiny rocks, although they had no say in where they went, they were blissfully happy to travel along with the current.
She looked up in surprise when she heard the approach of a horse
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Post by Ryan Gallahill on Jan 2, 2013 18:43:15 GMT -6
Ryan was so focused on his surroundings that he nearly didn't notice someone sitting near a small stream. He blinked, surprised to see someone out without a horse, then recognized Cara. She seemed to have noticed him as well, as she was looking up at him. He stopped Sunny a few yards away from her and mustered up the courage to smile at her, "Hi Cara." He suddenly felt uncomfortable, although he didn't quite know why. It was a stroke of coincidence that they had met again, although it did feel like they ran into each other more than Ryan felt he ran into anyone else. He gathered Sunny's reins in one hand, wondering if he should dismount or not. He decided not to, because he didn't want to have to find a stump or rock to mount up from. Despite his work on getting better on horseback, and getting on horseback, he still wasn't as good as he liked to be, and by far not as good as the girl sitting in front of him. Trying to figure out something to say, his eyes landed on the sparkling snow, "The academy looks nice at this time of year."
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Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jan 6, 2013 0:30:42 GMT -6
As the approaching horse and rider got closer, Cara visibly relaxed as she recognised pure grey Arabian mare and her rider. "Hello, Ryan." She returned, her soft voice almost lost in the slight breeze.
She adjusted the way she was sitting on the stump, circling her arms around herself as a chill ran through her. The cold from the timber she was sitting on was beginning to seep through her clothes and cooling her body temperature rapidly.
At his next words, her eyes followed his to the landscape around them. She wished that she had thought to bring along her sketch book, though she had a feeling that if she had been to sit here with her book, there was no doubt in her mind that a flaxen chestnut mare would appear in whatever picture she had sketched - as seemed to happen all the time as of late, almost as though the ghost of her beautiful mare just turned up in her vision. "That it does." She replied, one corner of her mouth tugging up in what could almost have been a half smile.
She looked back at the mare the boy rode. "If it were snowing, it would almost look as though you were riding a ghost." She said, her voice slightly thoughtful as she frowned slightly and then shook her head. "Forgive me, I don't where my head is of late."
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