| Subject: ~*~He smiles and nods~*~ "Let's rope then.....it's less to explain...maybe we can do a bit of cutting too...." ~*~he smiles and gestures to a small tack room build next to the stall~*~ "His saddle and everything is in there..." ~*~He walks a few feet away and leads out a smaller horse, it looks fast and smart, an arab-mustang like Whim is, only with a golden buckskin coat~*~ |
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Diablo
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Date Posted: 18:21:10 03/17/01 Sat
In reply to:
Cris
's message, "******" on 16:38:40 03/17/01 Sat
>*Cris barrels up to the stables coming from a trail,
>pulling the mare to a halt at the entrance to the
>stables. The mare rears at the quick rein, and then
>paws the ground when she hits it again* Sorry Classy!
>*the girl atop the mare says to the anxios palomino.
>She laughs, rubbing the mare's neck. Quickly, she
>dismounts, and leads her mare into the stables,
>opening the door to the mare's stall. She quickly
>slides her in, and unsaddles her. She sighs, realizing
>the mare needs a bath. She leads the mare back out of
>the stall, hosing her off quickly, then leading her
>back to the stall, and begins to curry her. When she
>finnishes, she uses the soft brush to brushes her
>face, then grabs a stool and picks the mare's hooves.
>Finally, she stands up, hurrying off to her dorm*
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