Post by Lottii on Jan 29, 2011 19:35:52 GMT
A smile shone across Harry's face as he made his way down to the yard. The going hadn't been easy between him and Remii recently, what with the incidents at the auction and the party, but today they had made plans just to have a happy day riding the horses. He rushed across the yard, glancing in each of the stables of Remii's equines to see if the girl was already here. It seemed that she wasn't so the male went across to the tack room to collect the gear for Casey, who he was planning on ride first. Depending on how that went, he might ask Remii if she wouldn't mind helping him with Desi, his grumpy little Exmoor, after that, or perhaps give Oscar some exercise. He laughed, normally his days were so planned out and busy it was a relief to not know what he intended to do every minute.
Returning to Casey's stable, he set the tack down on the door and the grooming kit outside it before he entered with a head collar and lead. Slipping it over the pricked, chestnut ears, he led the mare out and tied her up outside her stable. Casey stood quietly, her eyes always taking in what was around her before flickering back to her owner for reassurance. As he started to move the brush along her coat, memories flooded back of how the mare used to be. When she used to spook at everything, flinch when he moved and be terrified of her own shadow. Conflicting emotions passed through Harry. On one hand, he was extremely pleased and somewhat proud that he had helped her through that time, as well as being happy that she was better, but on the other hand the hatred and disgust he always felt for the people that could treat horses like that started to rise. Shaking his head, he pondered over happier memories from that time. The first time he'd communicated with Remii, when Whisper was just a cheeky, bottle-fed little foal. Grinning, he made a mental note to dig out his sketchbooks from that time, knowing that there were almost a hundred pictures portraying that era. Casey's coat gleamed, she was fully clipped out this winter as he was keeping her in top condition and she sweated up easily.
Harry retrieved the tack from the stable door and swiftly but gently tacked Casey up. Rubbing her neck, he wandered across the yard, pondering if Remii had arrived without his notice whilst he was absorbed in his thoughts, or if she was running late. His hands carassed Whisper's face and he silently thanked the horse. If it wasn't for Whisper that day, years ago, escaping down the aisle of the barn at Blue Ridge, Harry wondered if he ever would have got to know Remii. He didn't allow himself to consider how his life would be now if he hadn't, instead moving along the stables to make a fuss of Riddle, and then approach Flax. The gelding didn't appear to like people in general, only accepting Remii. Harry tried regardless, hovering outside the door and encouraging him over for fuss.
Returning to Casey's stable, he set the tack down on the door and the grooming kit outside it before he entered with a head collar and lead. Slipping it over the pricked, chestnut ears, he led the mare out and tied her up outside her stable. Casey stood quietly, her eyes always taking in what was around her before flickering back to her owner for reassurance. As he started to move the brush along her coat, memories flooded back of how the mare used to be. When she used to spook at everything, flinch when he moved and be terrified of her own shadow. Conflicting emotions passed through Harry. On one hand, he was extremely pleased and somewhat proud that he had helped her through that time, as well as being happy that she was better, but on the other hand the hatred and disgust he always felt for the people that could treat horses like that started to rise. Shaking his head, he pondered over happier memories from that time. The first time he'd communicated with Remii, when Whisper was just a cheeky, bottle-fed little foal. Grinning, he made a mental note to dig out his sketchbooks from that time, knowing that there were almost a hundred pictures portraying that era. Casey's coat gleamed, she was fully clipped out this winter as he was keeping her in top condition and she sweated up easily.
Harry retrieved the tack from the stable door and swiftly but gently tacked Casey up. Rubbing her neck, he wandered across the yard, pondering if Remii had arrived without his notice whilst he was absorbed in his thoughts, or if she was running late. His hands carassed Whisper's face and he silently thanked the horse. If it wasn't for Whisper that day, years ago, escaping down the aisle of the barn at Blue Ridge, Harry wondered if he ever would have got to know Remii. He didn't allow himself to consider how his life would be now if he hadn't, instead moving along the stables to make a fuss of Riddle, and then approach Flax. The gelding didn't appear to like people in general, only accepting Remii. Harry tried regardless, hovering outside the door and encouraging him over for fuss.