Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jun 7, 2017 2:13:39 GMT -6
our voices carry
careful words we can barely speak out loud
“I choose my friends
for their good looks,
my acquaintances
for their good characters,
and my enemies
for their good intellect.”
- Oscar Wilde.
After leaving the pastures, Cara headed back to her room where she found the burgundy Bentley Slip-Not grooming kit and then made her way across to the barns. Walking into the Imperial Raven barn, she had a good look around. for their good looks,
my acquaintances
for their good characters,
and my enemies
for their good intellect.”
- Oscar Wilde.
Entering the tack room, she saw a very familiar tack trunk sitting against the wall and she instantly felt cold as she realised that He had been back here and she hadn't been there. Shaking it off, she put the kit into the trunk and took out a twelve foot lead, she then looked around the room and quickly located the head collars. She looked through them until she found one with Cole's name on it and went out to the pastures for the gelding.
With pony in hand, she led him down toward the arenas. Noticing that there were a couple of round pens, she headed toward one of them, as this would be easier for their first time together, the area was small enough that it should block out most distractions, but large enough so that the pony could get away from her if he wanted to.
Entering the arena, she latched the gate behind them and walked the pony into the middle of the arena. Asking the pony to stand, she started by simply running her hands over the gelding's body, finding where he did or didn't like being touched, and always going back to a place he liked when she entered a "no-go" zone. When she finished this, Cole was watching her every move, and when she stepped backwards, he stepped forward. "Trés bon!" She praised him.
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