Why was she even bothering looking for yet another horse? She had a few already who suited her needs just fine. It wasn’t as if she had a lot of clientele coming in now anyway. But something prompted the woman to hook up her trailer, and drive into town, to the auction ring. The parking lot wasn’t busy, in fact, it was nearly empty, and Verda had no problem finding a spot to park the van. The engine rumbled into silence as she turned the key, and swung the driver’s door open. She stepped down, tucking a run-away strand of hair behind her ear as she scanned the few paddocks and the building further down the parking lot. Her gaze jerked back, one of the paddocks had the most curious little creature playing within. Lessa glanced into the cab of the truck once. Sasha was dozing quietly on the front seat. Shutting the cab door, she headed across the gravel lot, her riding boots crunching with each step, until she reached the paddocks, and the soles of those boots met the soft turf. She leaned her forearms against the top railing, and rested her chin on her crossed arms, watching the curious little mixed equine who continued to play. Unique… that was an understatement. She’d only ever heard of painted zebra’s... She’d seen plenty of zorses before, and they could be stubborn, if intelligent creatures. She’d only ever worked with one a few times, but she’d been quite taken with his eagerness to learn… so long as it was on his terms.
Idly, Lessa wondered what this youngster’s temperament was like. He seemed care free enough, inquisitive enough, but most youngsters were unless something was terribly wrong. Curious as to just how trusting, and friendly the zorse was, she clucked her tongue, and extended her arm, palm up as if she offered a treat. She had none, but he didn’t know that.
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