[open] feeding the horse

[bridgitfamir]

Winter. Cold and freezing cold. Really, there didn't seem to be an in-between. It was quiet out here, quiet, reserved, peaceful- everything Bridgit loved and everything she liked. The snow was falling soft and silent, glistening on her eyelashes, falling delicately to layer upon her hand-knit, red tuque stuck with a rather ugly green pom-pom. But hey! Christmas cheer, right? Her hands were cold and white as she shoved them back ruefully into pockets of her thinner than ideal jacket. The girl was pretty in the drifting snow as she walked, a quiet, lonely shape in the darkening sky. It must only be four o'clock, but already the sky was nearing the horizon, seeking to hide from this freezing world.

So. This was... Dallas. Texas. Wide and empty and flat. People said Calgary was flat, but not really. It had hills and rises and the god-damn beautiful mountains nearby. Not nothing for miles. Brit supposed it could be pretty enough under the cloak of glittering white snow- but what about in the spring, when everything turned to mud?

Bridgit whistled, loud enough to call the cows home. Actually, that was why her father had taught it to her when she was a twelve year old girl. Wow. When had she grown up so fast? She didn't know. When had she... matured? When had she started to putting on that coat of make-up, dabbing pink lipstick on and a delicate line of black eyeliner to accentuate her wide green eyes. Child eyes. The cowgirl was alone here, without friends. Maybe she could call Jamie, her bestie. But her "bestie" was in Calgary, probably working her black mare to run her into the ground. Yeah, Jamie was a good rider, but obsessed with riding. Every day, every hour, every minute. Poor girl Ebon- her sweet little mare was exhausted.

It wasn't her business anymore, to warn Jamie about what would happen one day. Ebon couldn't last forever on that work scheulde. Horses needed a break.

A dark shape detached itself from the solid mass of the herd, trotting towards her with an eager step, and this time Bridgit couldn't help but laugh. The Appaloosa mare was a big ol' sweetheart, with those soft eyes and gentle muzzle, whiskers tickling cold palms. Brit scratched absently at the bay's ears, one hand rummaging around in her pocket for a sugar cube or two. She proffered the two dainty white cubes to the mare named after them; and gray lips played with them, before they were gone in a crunch of giant teeth. Another person may have said 'silly girl' and given the bay another. But Brit didn't- their bond had been forged over years, and Sugar could wait until tomorrow to get another sugar cube when Bridgit actually threw a saddle on her and popped on the bridle.

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[Maxxie Ivy Dane]

The snow about the ranch scenery made everything around here look like a christmas card or painting. The halls were mostly clear other than the few ice puddles along the sides, in some of the remaining ice you could make out hoof impressions. Kind strange how they stayed there considering that they should have frozen over by the extra water by now. I assumed that all the ice only melted from the heat off the horses.

Surprisingly they stayed pretty warm during the winter here. I mean it's not like freezing cold but there's some snow about. Hemy was taking to the cold climate quite well. He even liked it, as we walked down the corridors he trailed along behind me. Stopping ever few yards to again attempt to poke his nose in the little piles of snow and see what was hiding beneath. His black muzzle looked like a shadow against the white contrast. The constant stopping was getting quite annoying though, I finally gave up. When I turned back to face him, I told him the truth. "You do know that there is no grass under there, right?" He didn't appear pleased with my remark.

A black lead rested in my hands attached to the blindingly white halter securely around Hemy's face. Again with the weird looking contrast. At least the rings were copper so it helped tone down the halter some. Hemy started to move a little quicker once he realized that I wasn't dragging him to the cross ties. A perk in his step after the fact. We were just going for a round about walk, keep him moving, stay warm and all that jazz. We moved quietly across the main barn and the racing barn, and saw almost no one. Granted there were always a few people at the racing barn but other than them, the place was empty. After rounding the racing barn for the second time, Hemy's ears perked forward. To the field I had to see. There seemed to be a figure, and a horse figure. I gestured to Hemy to start walking again, this time he was cool. But curious.

Nearing the figures I could see a girl. Blonde hair, sorta small figure, it seemed green eyes? The horse was a mare. I could tell a mare from a gelding or a stallion any day. Mares just had an elegant look to them while geldings claimed bashful and stallions proud. I should know Hemy had demonstrated that all to well sometimes. He was never a mean pride though. Sometimes I wonder if he even had any, only on special occasions though. I kept Hemy back a bit gesturing for him to back up once we stopped mindlessly walking as we were not all to far away now. He listened, I knew that he was a friendly horse, sometimes a bit to friendly. Regaining a better veiw of the mistery girl I decided hey what the hell. "Lovely mare you have, ms."

Maxxie Dane

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Crunch, crunch, crunch went the soles of Allison's boots as they crushed the freshly fallen snow. Allison huffed, her warm breath crystallizing right in front of her. As she looked at the pasture before her, a white blanket dotted with grazing horses, she didn't think she'd ever be able to pick her own mare out of the crowd.

"Fancy, girl, where are you?" she asked, knowing it'd be useless. She wished for a moment that High Rise Fancy was some flashy pinto color, but her bay coat was nothing but average.

Allison continued walking along the inside of the fence, scanning the herd for her mare, but as time passed, she began to panic a little. Shit, she thought. She literally could not tell one horse from another. Crossfire Farms had so many bay warmblood mares that were exactly Fancy's height. Allison made a mental note: When I find her, I'm going to train her to respond to my whistle. Like a dog, maybe. Not that she knew how to train horses to do tricks.

By sheer luck, a tall bay wandered a little away from the herd. Allison squinted. Four white socks, a stripe, and . . . yes, there it was! A little black scar near the horse's flank, on the right side. Allison breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fancy!" she shouted. The mare's ears pricked up. "Fancy, I'm over here!" Fancy looked in the direction of the voice, and as soon as she spotted her owner, she trotted over to where Allison stood. "Oh, who's a good girl?" she crooned, slipping the mare a piece of carrot. Fancy stood quietly and allowed herself to be caught.

When Allison looked up again, she noticed two figures on the far side of the pasture. Socializing wasn't high on Allison's list of fun things to do, but she might as well get to know her new neighbors. "Come on, Fancy, let's go make some friends."

As the pair got closer, Allison could make out more details. A girl, blonde, with an Appaloosa, and a boy, also blonde, with a stocky-looking black horse.

"Hi there!" she called to them. "I don't believe I've met you two before. I'm Allison, and this is Fancy."

TAGGED: bridgit famir && maxxie dane
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NOTES: This is my first post after a long hiatus from RPing! Excuse the rustiness. [:
CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh-so-amazing Jason Mraz.

[bridgitfamir]

[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400] [bg=FFFFFF] Brit resisted the urge to giggle as the mare's too long whiskers scratched the palms of her small hand. Giggling was too-little-girl. It was time to start fresh and bold here, to make a new image. It wasn't like she had ever been ignored back home- her good looks decided people should always try to follow her normally boho fashion decisions. The mare tossed her head, neck stretching out so that curious black muzzle could feel up the girl's pockets for my treats. The nineteen year old absent-mindedly pushed that searching muzzle away, shivering slightly in her too-thin jacket. Everything had the kind of muffled silence that came with snowfall, a kind of warm silence even despite the chilly air. The sun had finally sunk below the horizon, with golden-lit lamps lighting up behind her. Brit hadn't been expecting company- it seemed to empty, but sure enough, there was a voice that broke the silence only interrupted by the snort of horses and the crunch of snow under hooves. Nice horse miss. Brit turned, eyebrows quirking for a second together, before falling relaxed over those jade eyes. Behind her, Sugar pushed that big head into her back, and the girl stumbled before giving the mare a sharp elbow to the face. Who was he? Blonde, like her. And way taller. Brit crossed her arms stubbornly. She hated people being taller. Hated it. But considering she was only 4' 11", practically everyone was taller than her. "Nice horse is the worst 'hello' line in the world." The blonde girl says, raising her eyebrows. "But. Nice horse." It was true. He did have a nice horse. Black. White star and snip. Kind eyes. Of course, the shy girl didn't have just one person she had to deal with, but two. Another girl. At least that was better than boys- Brit was always so awkward around guys. "Hi. I'm Bridgit. But most people call me Brit." Brit spoke softly. Sugar whinnied an extremely loud greeting, naturally right in her ear. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Brit reached around and slipped a pink nylon halter around the mare's head, glad to have an excuse not to look at the two of them as her cheeks burned red. Why did she have to be so shy? OOC: >.< awful post... been forever since I played humans. At least humans in third person.

[Maxxie Ivy Dane]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=tan] ----------------------------------------------------------------Maxxie Dane The black quarter horse that stood behind Maxxie pressed his head in to his back, not forceful enough to make him move any but it was a sign that he was getting restless just standing there. Hemy was a social creature and sometimes forgot that he was still a stallion. Not to mention some horses were wary of him, not to mention people. It seemed that the girl they were both studying however wasn't fazed by the fact. She seemed more occupied with the thing Maxxie had said a moment ago. He just wanted to compliment the pair but he was only met with some sort of retaliation about his greeting. That's the worst hello in the world. Thinking back at it, it kind of was. But what was he supposed to say, just hello? That was boring. He noticed that she glanced at his horse, then retorted the compliment but in a very simplified version. But nice horse. It made him look back at the male again who eyed the spotted appaloosa mare impatiently. His longing was met with a slight tug on the white lead rope. It broke his focus and brought back his attention to Maxxie. While Maxxie focused on the girl. He stared at the ground, almost ashamed. "Umm thanks.... and sorry." He meant to walk away at first, Hemy in tow but his intentions were cut short when another voice appeared. The voice was female, cheery and bright. It made him smile a little and he didn't even really hear her name yet. Hi there! Well I guess that was a suitable hello. As she came closer, he could make out more of her features. Brown hair and so on, again his focus was cut short when the girl he'd apologized to spoke, in a much cheerier tone at that. Maxxie scratched his head in confusion, and it showed. For a second then the confusion was gone and he just learned to be content with how the situation had turned out. Any who. The first girl he had spoken to, her name was Brigit and the other introduced herself as Allison. It felt strange to be the only one that had not introduced himself. A restart. "Well then hello, Allison." He smiled at her and turned to do the same to the other but she was turned away, to her horse fixing a halter over her head. But he said what he was going to anyway, he had a slight british accent. "And a new hello, Brigit." Maxxie started to glance at the other girl again seeing that Brigit was sort of asking for some sort of break from the conversation. About to bring up another topic, Hemy shoved his head off the side of his body and released a whinny. It was extremely loud and it kind f sounded like I will not be ignored, hi other horses! I'm Hemy and this is my owner and... all in one sentence-made noise. It was over before Maxxie could tell him to hush and he just let this one slide. "Oh yes and this is Hemy. he thought a moment and brought something else up. "Do any of you know a good place to get a thick blanket from? His just ripped."

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