Lunch Date (Myssi)

[Cara]

Cara stood in her dorm room, the wardrobe door was open in front of her and she was pouring through the outfits that she used to wear on the days that she appointments with her social worker. Funnily they were all white dresses - or at least had an amount of white lace. After much deliberation, she pulled out a dress that came down just above her knees. It was made out of a deep blue velvet-like material with white cuffs on the long sleeves and white around the hem.

After dressing, she fixed her damp hair into a French braid which she then doubled over twice and clipped into place. She took a moment to glance at her reflection in the mirror as she set a piece of jewelry on her head that looked like a tiara - a gift from her parents for her 18th. She then turned away from the mirror, pushed her feet into a pair of white ballet flats. Before she left the room, she swung a blue velvet cloak around her shoulder, she cowl sat between her shoulder blades.

She hurried down to the stables where the horse for the Equine Therapy class lived, and she stood by the fence of the small field that Risk lived in. "Hello, beautiful." She whispered to the mare, who looked up with her ears pricked forward. The girl still wasn't any closer to being able to handle the mare, but at least she now turned to look at the girl.

[Myssi]

Seamus patted Havoc's neck as the horse stood solidly in the cross ties. The boy was dress differantly today than his normal attire; nicer jeans, boots than were actually shined, leather half chaps, and a white button-down, untucked shirt with a black, unbuttoned casual tuxedo-like jack over that. The big black horse next to him was brushed to a shine, and looked calmly at Seamus as he awaited to be released from his halter. the big gelding could almost be called stately with his luxerious coloring and four white pasterns. Quite the handsome fellow.

The eighteen year old checked his watch and flinched slightly at the time it read. He would be late if he spent any more time here. So, he unclipped the big boy, and quickly led him out of his barn and down to his pasture, where Toby eagerly awaited him. Then, as soon as Havoc was safely put away and his halter hung on the gate, Seamus turned and started to race to the Rehab barn.

He slid to a stop just before reaching it, so as not to spook the horses. His breathing was slightly hitched as he waved to Cara , his movements slow and careful.

[Cara]

A smile lit up the girl's features as she caught sight of a slightly disheveled Seamus. She returned the wave and waited for him to walk up to her. "You look like you have just run a marathon." She told him gently as she reached up and straightened out his hair.

She looked at he was wearing and suddenly felt under-dressed in her simple dress. She reached her hands up to the top of her own head, just to make sure the headpiece was still there. She didn't know the story behind it, but as it was a gift from her parents she didn't want anything to happen to it.

"Oh, this is Risk." She gave a small smile. "Well, her whole name is Affaires Risquées, which is Risky Business, in French." She turned to look at the mare who was watching the both of them. "I managed to track down the farm where she was bred and have asked them for some information on her past." She shrugged and pulled the cloak closer around herself as an icey wind bit through the air. "I'm not expecting a lot though, she could have had a million homes between the breeding farm and her arrival here." She was tempted to pull up the cowl to protect her face from the chill, but resisted as she didn't want to spook the yellow dun.

She looked back at Seamus and gave him a soft smile. "I am but your puppet." She said. "You lead and I shall follow."