Post by Lindsey Santiago on Oct 17, 2008 13:50:54 GMT -5
It was dusk. Lindsey’s breath was turning to steam as it came out her mouth. She walked down the stony track. The sun was setting and most of the horses were out grazing.
She walked along with her mare, Ruby. She was in her turnout rug, a red amigo rug. She had a matching headcoller and leadrope. Lindsey asked her mare back to halt, looking at this new land.
They walked right up to the pony field gate. Well, she hoped this was the pony field. According to her sister’s directions, this was the one to turn her out to. She was just going to have to trust Emma, even though she didn’t. She would kill her if this was the wrong field. She unlocked the gate, leaving it a jar, ready to let her pony in, but wasn’t quite ready.
“Right Ruby-roo.” She said, holding onto her mare. “This is you.”
She kissed the mares muzzle, tear appearing in her eyes. She really didn’t want to be here. She wanted o go home. She was fed up of moving to different schools. Her dad promised that she could stay here, but did he always? What was going to make this place any different?
Dark eyes darted across the field, his mane dancing playfully in the wind. Nostrils flared, taking in as much air as he could. He snorted quietly, happy that he couldn't be seen. Being a wild horse was risky and dangerous. The fields weren't as safe as they used to be. Well, not after that stupid human starled him as he was trying to graze. He hated humans, a sour, bitter hatred and promised himself he'd never be one of those little pets like the others.
Secret word: Wind
She unclipped the leadrope from Ruby’s headcoller, guiding her into the paddock. The mare took a few steps in, and then lowered her head to graze. Lindsey closed the gate, locking it behind her. She leant on the gate for a few moments, arms crossed and resting on it. She put her head in the little nest and sniffed.
She walked along with her mare, Ruby. She was in her turnout rug, a red amigo rug. She had a matching headcoller and leadrope. Lindsey asked her mare back to halt, looking at this new land.
They walked right up to the pony field gate. Well, she hoped this was the pony field. According to her sister’s directions, this was the one to turn her out to. She was just going to have to trust Emma, even though she didn’t. She would kill her if this was the wrong field. She unlocked the gate, leaving it a jar, ready to let her pony in, but wasn’t quite ready.
“Right Ruby-roo.” She said, holding onto her mare. “This is you.”
She kissed the mares muzzle, tear appearing in her eyes. She really didn’t want to be here. She wanted o go home. She was fed up of moving to different schools. Her dad promised that she could stay here, but did he always? What was going to make this place any different?
Dark eyes darted across the field, his mane dancing playfully in the wind. Nostrils flared, taking in as much air as he could. He snorted quietly, happy that he couldn't be seen. Being a wild horse was risky and dangerous. The fields weren't as safe as they used to be. Well, not after that stupid human starled him as he was trying to graze. He hated humans, a sour, bitter hatred and promised himself he'd never be one of those little pets like the others.
Secret word: Wind
She unclipped the leadrope from Ruby’s headcoller, guiding her into the paddock. The mare took a few steps in, and then lowered her head to graze. Lindsey closed the gate, locking it behind her. She leant on the gate for a few moments, arms crossed and resting on it. She put her head in the little nest and sniffed.
This was going to be her life, whether she liked it or not.
Better get used to it.
Better get used to it.