Post by Evangeline G. Vinette on May 19, 2015 20:44:39 GMT -5
lost in a endless sky Where we can be together.
She grinned as Sky Bound's nose dove into the bucket full of oats.
"Hey!" she giggled, pulling the bucket away. "At least wait until I put it in the trough!"
She dumped the bucket into the trough and stepped back so the stallion could resume snacking. She adored the way his wings rustled while he ate and the sloppy noises he made when he enjoyed his food. She definitely knew the stallion could be quite picky.
Her fingers wound through his mane a bit before she patted his neck affectionately and stepped out of the stall. The pair had just gotten back from their first fly since she arrived at the school. She was new here, and it was her first time away from home.
"Be good," she bid the stallion lovingly before closing the stall door and turning to grab up his stallion, which she'd tossed on the floor while untacking him. There was nothing fancy about the saddle, but it was heavy.
"Oof!" she huffed, lugging it toward the tack room, arms straining under the effort. The load in her arms blocked her field of view, which meant it was really easy for her to trip, as she did, over her own two feet.
Suddenly she was falling. Backwards of course. Her fingers tightened around the saddle, gripping it like she was afraid to drop it. But with her hands immobilized on the saddle, there was no way to catch herself. Her entire body tightened in anticipation of impact.
"Hey!" she giggled, pulling the bucket away. "At least wait until I put it in the trough!"
She dumped the bucket into the trough and stepped back so the stallion could resume snacking. She adored the way his wings rustled while he ate and the sloppy noises he made when he enjoyed his food. She definitely knew the stallion could be quite picky.
Her fingers wound through his mane a bit before she patted his neck affectionately and stepped out of the stall. The pair had just gotten back from their first fly since she arrived at the school. She was new here, and it was her first time away from home.
"Be good," she bid the stallion lovingly before closing the stall door and turning to grab up his stallion, which she'd tossed on the floor while untacking him. There was nothing fancy about the saddle, but it was heavy.
"Oof!" she huffed, lugging it toward the tack room, arms straining under the effort. The load in her arms blocked her field of view, which meant it was really easy for her to trip, as she did, over her own two feet.
Suddenly she was falling. Backwards of course. Her fingers tightened around the saddle, gripping it like she was afraid to drop it. But with her hands immobilized on the saddle, there was no way to catch herself. Her entire body tightened in anticipation of impact.
