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The city longs well for
Rooftops and invitations
All lace and secret places
She moves you to touch
With her hands

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Her brunette hair was swooped into a tight bun, though it had been a sloppy one so quite a few tendrils had slipped away to frame her face and tickle her neck annoyingly; a black waterproof and sheep's wool vest covered her front, a white cotton long sleeve reaching to wrists; riding full seat breeches and tall black leather boots on her feet along with a pair of spurs: All this made up her appearance, but it was her bright and eager expression that made her approachable. Unfortunately she often had this look when handling her horses, especially young Rainboots, the eight month old chestnut and white Warmblood colt she currently had her hands on. The day had been going as planned; she'd pulled him out for a good groom and headed over to a small arena, hoping for privacy and getting just that thus far. She and Rainboots were the only ones in the arena for the time being, so she had just cut the youngster loose for a romp and was watching with a grin on her face as he bucked and flew beautifully around the arena.

He had the liquid movement she'd hoped to breed, but had the elegance and gentle nature of his mother thus far. He had been the easiest colt to raise thus far and she had high hopes for him, so her heart soared along with him as he galloped about. He whinnied now and then, squealing about with every buck before prancing slowly to be sure she had been watching. Charlotte had been the one to imprint him as a foal and had trained him from day one, so the two of them knew one another on a level many horse owners did not.

She hadn't been here too long, a few months and had made no friends (thank God) but she had long become accustomed to this way of life. When one worked for the government, getting close could become more of a hassle or a danger than staying away could. Sometimes she thought about it, wondered at what it would be like to find a woman she could love and who would accept her for the cold hearted English woman she was, but in all reality she figured that would never happen. Especially in Texas! Who in hell was going to come out as being a lesbian in Texas? This thought amused her and she grinned to herself, a quiet laugh coming out as a puff of steam in the cold winter air.

Refocusing on Rainboots as he'd begun to slacken and turn towards her, she gave a low whistle and he promptly shot towards her, stomping to a halt and tossing his blazed head excitedly as he waited for the slender rope halter to be slid upon his young head. Charlotte did just that, her slender black-gloved hands slipping the halter gently over his ears and moving to walk him out for a bit. She set off at an easy pace, out to walk him about until his breathing slowed and he was cool again, so until then she had absolutely nothing to do but watch others mill about and listen to the whinnies of farther off equines.

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She just might get you lost
And she just might leave you torn
But she just might save your soul
If she gets you any closer

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SHE'S THE SYMBOL OF RESISTANCE ♫
and she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade

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"speech."thinking. It had been quite a few days since Leighton had taken her horses out. She rode them daily, but it was very unlike her to take them to the arena to just run. Not that she didn't enjoy her horses having a little bit of fun, but there was always a chance of injury out here and she just preferred to ride them instead. It was a rather beautiful day as she led her two horses outside. She held her three year old Hanoverian in one hand, and the four year old Quarter Horse in the other. She was very grateful that the two boys got along so well. She actually couldn't see the Quarte Horse, Ned, not getting along with anybody. He was a calm guy that acted like an old man. She closed her eyes as they walked along, enjoying the brisk weather that greeted her as they left the barn.

Today was a great day for the boys to be let out. It was a little chilly, and she was glad for the day off from riding. Her strict riding schedule usually didn't allow time for breaks, so Leighton was definitely grateful for the opportunity. She switched her lead ropes to one hand and quickly zipped up her light pink fleece jacket. Just in case the wind picked up, she'd rather be safe than sorry. Her horses could sense that something was different today as she led them towards the outdoor pen. In the distance she could see a Warmblood frolicking through the arena. She smiled, glad that her horses would soon be doing the same thing. If the Warmblood could come out from a run okay, then so could Ned and Hurrah.

Leighton approached the gate to the gate and noticed a girl a few feet away. She offered a small smile and a wave. "Hey there." She quickly refocused her attention on her horses and undid their lead ropes. Hurrah's ear were pricked in anticipation as she opened the gate wide and sent them off. The black Hanoverian colt was off like a rocket, kicking up his rear as he flew through the open space. Leighton giggled at his antics before turning back to Ned, who had yet to leave her side. She patted the horse's nose softly and gave him a small pat on the rump. "Go on, Ned. Live a little, boy." With one last look at his owner, Ned walked slowly into the pasture, not exactly thrilled at being loose. He picked up a trot after his buddy and let out a low whinny. Ned always was a momma's boy. He wasn't one for being away from Leighton for too long. Her guess was he'd be back in a few minutes.

Leighton shut the latch on the gate easily and took the opportunity to sit on the grass. She never got to relax anymore. This was perfect. Sitting in the grass, enjoying her horses as they played. It really didn't get much better than this in her opinion.

IS SHE DREAMING WHAT I'M THINKING ♫
is she the mother of all bombs gonna detonate
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TAGS! rival and charlotte. WORDS! who's counting? ! MUSE! prayy by jb. NOTES! she doesn't bite, i promise xD SONG! hand grenadeee. CREDIT! this template @ love like winter?! of caution. lyrics @ "she's a rebel", green day. icon @ whoever created it. content @ their rightful owners. no stealing!

[raym]

The city longs well for
Rooftops and invitations
All lace and secret places
She moves you to touch
With her hands

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Charlotte watched with pride as her youngest stallion darted about with abandon, squealing and bucking wildly each time he thundered past, showing off in the only ways he could think of when it came to his owner. She giggled at him, whistling as he began to work up a slight sweat and slow down quite a bit. The youngster was tiring (which wasn't surprising considering his age) so she would be sure to cool him out completely before taking him back to his stall. The chestnut colt responded immediately, twirling to jog happily back to Charlotte's hand and stick his nose out for his halter to be slipped on. She rubbed him affectionately, scratching his neck so that he pressed back, wiggling his upper lip in enjoyment. She smiled at him before putting on a pony size cooling sheet, but was caught by surprise as a younger girl showed up with her own horses. Two boys, one obviously quite the youngster by his take off antics. Charlotte smiled; Rainboots would be like that in no time.

Charlotte waved in return to her friendly greeting, not sure if she should slip away as quickly as possible or stay and converse with her since she'd been so polite. She looked younger than herself, so surely she couldn't do any harm. Charlotte walked the colt around for a minute or two while the blonde woman finished up with her horses, glancing now and then to be sure the blonde wasn't up to something other than being friendly. Charlotte was so naturally suspicious (of men more than women obviously), but she figured she ought to meet people sometime. Maybe. One never knew what another person could be up to. Looking back another time, she was mildly surprised to see the girl sitting on the ground watching as her horses ran about. Curious, Charlotte sighed and picked her way carefully over, her eight month old colt trailing obediently behind. She plopped cautiously onto the ground somewhat close to the woman, trailing the lead so that Rainboots could graze along the fence line while they talked. As if on cue, his widely blazed face dropped to the ground, cropping away at what nourishment he could find given the season. ”Nice pair you’ve got there.” she said, nodding in the horses direction and thinking of how funny it might sound with her English accent and accidental rhyming.

The white socked colt’s ears twitched in her direction, listening closely for a command before lifting his head to watch the woman’s horses gallop around as he had just been doing. His crimson tail switched about at still-curly half length and he sighed, dropping his head to nibble about some more. ”I’m Charlotte by the way, and this fellow here is Rainboots.” she said with a smile, lifting the rope just slightly as the chestnut colt turned his head in response to his name. He had four tall stockings and a full wide blaze, so the name fit him quite well; he was a terribly cute youngster, one of the finest sired out of her stallion who stood dozing just inside a barn stall. She had high hopes for this guy. ”Who might you and your batch be?” she asked politely, somewhat surprised at herself for being so randomly friendly. The other woman had been friendly first, though, so how could Charlotte not return the favor? While they sat, Rainboots tiptoed over to whuffle at the tip of her boot, knowing well enough not to use his teeth for what only his lips could do.

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She just might get you lost
And she just might leave you torn
But she just might save your soul
If she gets you any closer

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SHE'S THE SYMBOL OF RESISTANCE ♫
and she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade

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"speech."thinking. Leighton smiled when the other woman waved back at her. She seemed hesitant at first, but Leighton was pleased when she returned the greeting. She had yet to make any friends here in Addison, and she was a people person that needed friends to survive. The blonde turned her attention back to her horses and laughed at their playful antics as they raced back and forth with eachother. She was glad Ned was interacting with the young stallion. Usually he prefered to just watch his younger counterpart race around. Maybe it was the cold, fresh air that caused him to be more active, or maybe it was the fact that they were in a huge pen. Either way, Leighton was glad they were having some fun. She ran her hands through the cool grass and leaned back on her elbows casually. It felt so good to just lay there watching her babies frolick.

Leighton was rather suprised when she looked up to see the woman she waved to eariler making her way towards her with her young horse. She offered a smile as the woman approached and sat down on the ground next to her. Leighton sat up and rubbed some blades of grass off of her hands. "Nice pair you've got there." She nodded and grinned hugely, "Thank you very much." She looked at the red headed woman's horse and smiled. "You've got a pretty boy there, too." The colt was absolutely adorable, and Leighton watched as he nibbled on some grass aimlessly. She looked back towards her horses and saw Ned standing near the gate. She guessed he had enough fun in there with Hurrah. The woman called herself Charlotte and the little colt Rainboots. Leighton laughed and replied, "I'm Leighton, and I LOVE the name Rainboots." She pointed to the black Quarter Horse standing by the gate and said, "That good boy right there is Necessary Ned, and the crazy man out there is The Final Hurrah. I just call 'em Ned and Hurrah for short." At that moment, Hurrah chose to let out an ear piercing shrill as he galloped towards them. Leighton knew that if he really wanted to he could clear the fence that surrounded the arena. The horse had some legs that could take him over just about anything, and he had a heart to match it. She stood suddenly and climbed up the side of the fence and waved her arms frantically in hopes of distracting the stallion from his mission. Luckily, Hurrah slowed his pace and by the time he reached her he was at a trot.

Leighton hopped off the fence and sat back down in the grass with a thud. She shook her head slowly and laughed, "That could have been disastrous. That horse is an escape artist, and it seems that no fence can contain him." The woman probably thought her stallion was crazy, but weren't they all? She shrugged her shoulders and decided to blow it off. "So how long have you been around here?"

IS SHE DREAMING WHAT I'M THINKING ♫
is she the mother of all bombs gonna detonate
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TAGS! rival and charlotte. WORDS! who's counting? ! MUSE! prayy by jb. NOTES! she doesn't bite, i promise xD SONG! hand grenadeee. CREDIT! this template @ love like winter?! of caution. lyrics @ "she's a rebel", green day. icon @ whoever created it. content @ their rightful owners. no stealing!

[raym]

The city longs well for
Rooftops and invitations
All lace and secret places
She moves you to touch
With her hands

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CHARLOTTE WENDEL[/size][/center]

The young woman seemed friendly enough, and the way she she took to Rainboots’s name made Charlotte smile. It was a bit different she supposed, but the white stockings that crawled all the way up his legs made the name suit him well. The colt was the only chestnut she owned, and in fact was the only chestnut Red had sired thus far. She hadn’t opened the stud up to many breedings as of yet, but Rainboots was one she wasn’t about to let slip through her fingers. The little colt had a ton of potential, just like the stallions he shared bloodlines with. ”Thanks.” she said appreciatively as Leighton went on to tell her own horses’ names. Charlotte found it kind of funny that both the girl’s horses were black with blazes and socks while both of Charlotte’s own horses had the exact same patterns. In fact, Hurrah’s looks were quite similar to her stallion Rigor’s. It was a slight shame the youngster was gelded, but then again at the girl’s age a stallion surely wouldn’t be recommended.

”Cute. she said politely, smiling lightly at her before the blonde suddenly jumped up to wave about at the youngster now barreling towards the fenceline. Charlotte could see the potential harm and so stood quietly to angle Rainboots away form the pasture fence, noting immediately how the galloping youngster seemed to hesitate as he neared his owner. She relaxed, watching as the other woman jumped down and moved back over towards Charlotte who was now standing. ”At least you know what to expect, right?” she asked in good humor, chuckling along with Leighton. ”Haven’t been around too long, just a few weeks really. Neither of my grown boys have seen a Texas show yet, so that’ll tell you how long. You?” she said with a laugh, her eyes bright with the humor of it. Charlotte was a showing fiend, so at the first chance you could bet her boys would be working it up at the nearest show ground. ”What did you say your name was? I didn’t quite catch it a moment ago.” she said, realizing she really hadn’t asked for the other girl’s name. ”Sorry, I’m a bit of a dunce sometimes.” she said with a laugh, dryly thinking about how far from true that could be. In her line of work, she had to be anything but a dunce.

With the young gelding now quite close to the fence line, Rainboots couldn’t help but stick out his little pink and red muzzle, resulting in Charlotte giving him a little more rope to work with as the colt began to chomp submissively to the older male. His ears pricked forward and half length tail switched about excitedly, whickering as he’d heard other horses do when they started trying to communicate. The little colt didn’t have much experience socializing just yet, especially since this barn didn’t have many weanlings about for him to play with. Any foals she’d seen were either kept tight to their mothers or were at least yearlings or two year olds kept separate unless playing with elder horses like these guys. She hoped his development wouldn’t suffer for it, but at least it meant he might be more devoted when it came to heavier training.

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She just might get you lost
And she just might leave you torn
But she just might save your soul
If she gets you any closer

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