Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 22:07:52 GMT -6
Ever since the morning text Silver had gotten from her trainer she had been feeling in more than usual giddiness. It had been over a week since she had first come to Starr Mountain and met most of the other staff and team members that ran the place and made it successful. Silver had already left her apartment and went to check in on the dogs at the boarding kennel. She attempted to make a habit of it at least once every two days, knowing she was close to bringing them onto the property with her in due time. For now, she meandered through Imperial Raven with the brightest of smiles, heading over to the tack room directly to her trunk. Unbolting it she grabbed a few treats, halter and lounging lead in arm before letting the top fall.
A soft nicker made her look back and eventually peek from the doorway only to chuckle lightly. “Hey, you.” Musing softly, she grabbed some of the sugar cubes and walked over to Flick's stall, the pony's snout immediately reaching for her pockets. Softly rubbing the little lesson's horse mane, she let him take the cubes gingerly, hearing him crunch away happily. He was quite a lovely choice for instructing cross country, especially for timid riders with his slow and steady gaits, gathered upon the first couple of days that she worked him. “You'll meet my boy today.” She added, before patting his forelock one last time and making her way back to the tack room and collecting her things once more.
Closing the tack room behind her, she took a fleeting glance to the empty stall with the recently placed nameplate on its door, the copper colored metal shimmering in the faint sunlight, Ettore etched over its surface. Leaving the barn, Silver headed directly into the indoor arena, taking advantage that it was empty before coming to a corner and dropping her things on the ground. Looking about quietly, she checked her phone again, rather anxious before settling down on the top step of the mounting block. This kind of waiting game was painful she thought, running her fingers through her bangs and resting her elbows on her knees with a pout, eyes on the driveway from where she was just at the bare entrance of the arena.
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