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Post by Miranda Kendall on Apr 6, 2009 21:23:48 GMT -6
Mistress was groomed and in her stall, relaxing after this morning's exercise, and Miranda found it one of those times when she wanted to be alone but wanted some company. Why she wasn't with Mistress right now? Because everyone needed alone time, even best friends. And they always knew when they should let each other be alone for a while.
Miranda was so glad spring was here. The weather was getting more and more beautiful, and she was able to change out of her winter clothes to her camisoles. Finally she could ride Mistress ever so comfortably, and the cold Miranda hated so intensely was replaced with the warm Miranda loved and embraced. However, even know, in the warmer weather, Miranda wore jeans, although her camisoles were being adorned now: her white lacy camisole, a welcoming offer to spring, dark blue denim jeans, and her polished riding boots was what Miranda wore today. Her ash blond hair wasn't in her usual riding ponytail, though, it was down over her shoulders.
Miranda leaned against a haybale that was behind her, letting her thoughts drift. Most of them to Mistress's show circuit, but some birds fluttered into the rafters and her thoughts switched course to the point that they didn't stay on much of a subject for long. Some of her thoughts were aimed at what she would do tomorrow, and some on what she would do that day, but for now Miranda just sat back in the loft.
The question was if Miranda wanted someone to sit next to her or to be alone. Miranda wanted a boyfriend - most girls did, as long as it didn't interfere with Mistress. But even though Miranda wanted someone, it didn't mean anyone would want her.
Miranda told herself it didn't matter if anyone found her attractive or not. She had Mistress, and that was all Miranda needed right now. Once she actually had some friends here Miranda could think about having a boyfriend after that. Besides, Miranda didn't even know the guys around Southern Blue Stables, so she might not think so much about it.
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Post by Reminiscent on Apr 7, 2009 13:22:07 GMT -6
Jason Kravann & Wings Of A Butterfly && Bat Out Of Hell
Jay & Butter && Bat The past couple of days had been troublesome for him, while testing a motorbike for a friend the bike slid on some oil that had been spilled and he landed heavy on his left wrist and arm. Then ignoring it and going again this time the bikes brakes failed and he hit a tree, left arm broken in a number of different places, his sister but rolled her eyes at his stupidity and told him that it was his own fault he wanted to play dangerous...
His horses had been tended to and now the Black stallion and White mare were in there stalls which were side by side thankfully. Bat and Butter names well suited for two magnificent dancing horses. He had only just brought them in when he was doing so he thought he caught a glimpse of someone sitting up in the loft of the barn. Maybe he would go and see who they were.
His choice of clothing today was similar to that of every other day, dark jeans with a black shirt with some sort of pattern on it the sleves rolled up to over his elbow, unfortunaly revealing the cast on his left arm from his hand to just below his elbow. Black magnum boots and black leather half chaps over them and his jeans to add to his clothing.
Jay made his way slowly up into the loft and as he had thought noticed someone sitting against a bale of straw at the back of the loft. Keeping his distance and lowering into a crouch arms rested over his legs and hanging down infront of him Jay looked at the girl with a small smile.
"Hiya, are you okay? Do you need some help with something?"
Possibly too polite for his own good Jason offered to help anyone even people he didn't know, but the girl was at South Blues so must be a horse owner of something like that.
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