[Kosciusko]

Such excite.

Username: Sabatea
Name: Flitting By // Finch
Gender: Mare
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: 16hh

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-Will be unwrapped on Christmas day
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[Sabatea]

Marking ouo
SO EXCITED <333

[Kosciusko]

Just a quick reminder; writing needs to be done by January 8th, two weeks after Christmas
some extensions may be given if approved by Seoul.
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=87&t=2848051#p91885472

[Sabatea]

Username: Sabatea
Name: Flitting By // Finch
Gender: Mare
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: 16hh

Story:

Meeting the Gypsy Vanner

I walked slowly through the stalls of the barn. It was large and airy, but still managed to retain enough heat to be comfortable even in the chilly winter morning. The horses seemed content and well taken care of, each with fresh water and clean stalls. I was rather impressed with the place to say the least. Yet, I was still disappointed...

This was the fourth place I had looked at to find my horse. I still lived with my parents, but they'd told me a month ago that for my birthday I could find a horse of my own and they would buy it for me, so long as I promised to take care of it by myself. My parents were often gone anyway, so it's not like I wasn't already taking care of the horses when they were gone, an adding one more wouldn't really be an issue. Plus, just the thought of having my own was enough to inspire me.

For years I'd been asking for my own horse. It wasn't that I didn't like the ones we already owned, but it just wasn't quite the same. They were work horses, not really made for pleasure riding, and they didn't much enjoy the company of humans. More than anything, they were pasture horses, set there to look nice and to keep the grass down. That's not what I wanted from my horse. I wnted companionship, and an animal to look after and call my own. And hopefully one that would look at me and feel the same towards me.

Just as I was nearing the end of the stalls, my spirits draining with each step, I saw a dusty brown coat out of the corner of my eye. I started to look away, but something stopped me. It was the little finch sitting on the door to the stall, cocking its small head at the horse inside that really drew my attention back to it. It flitted away, making small cheeps as it went. My attention was quickly brought back to the stall though, and the horse inside.

She was a beauty. A gorgeous dun coat broken by a flowing mass of tobiano markings. Her long mane was brushed to perfection, with barely a stray hair. She stood looking at me, her ears forward and curious. Her nostrils twitched slowly, drawing in my scent even as I stood feet away from her. My legs drew my forward, my hand reaching out slowly towards the mare.

She met my gaze calmly, her tail flicking languidly as she stepped forward to see me at the door of her stall. She seemed extremely friendly, even honestly curious about me and what I was doing there. She sought my hand out, sniffing at it and looking disappointed when I had no treats for her. Obviously, she was used to being pampered. I couldn't say that I blamed anyone for that though, she was definitely a beauty with a nice personality for a pleasure horse.

She lifted her head high, snorting at me disdainfully. I'd upset her by not bringing her something... I regretted that now, but I'd been so disappointed with my recent brush of bad luck over finidng the right horse, I hadn't thought that I would meet one that I genuinely liked. Yet, here she was... I brought my hand up to her face slowly, scratching behind her ear. "I don't have anything for you, but maybe this will do?" I murmured.

It seemed to do the trick, since she leaned her head into it a little, snorting at me. When I moved my hand and backed up, she walked into the door of the stall, neighing at me in irritation. Apparently I hadn't scratched as much as she deemed acceptable. I giggled at her, glancing down at the name tag. She had no name, other than "For sale" and her breed, which said "Hyrulian Gypsy".

"Have you taken a liking to her then?" A stablehand behind me asked, leaning against his rake.

"I think I have..." I replied, unable to stop the smile from spreading across my face.

Word count: 690

Evening Ride

I doubt I could've ever found a single reason to regret my choice from way back then. It seemed like such a long time ago... It'd been what, almost two years now? Finch had done fantastic in her training, and was an amazing pleasure horse. She'd do a few jumps if I asked her to as well, which was always fun for both of us. I didn't plan on competing with her though. I just wasn't that kind of person, and I didn't think she'd enjoy it very much.

Of course, those were all excuses to ensure I'd never have to deal with her moodiness at a show. I could practically shudder at the thought of even trying to get her to go through a jumping course if she wasn't in the mood for it. But, despite all the hardships I would face, it was also because I just wanted all of our memories to be good ones. Not stressed over the titles or the placeings, just me and her.

Maybe that was selfish of me, but I didn't care. I was enjoying life and she seemed to be as well. We took care of each other and I felt we had both managed pretty well over the last few years. My parents might disagree, since I was rarely in the house anymore, but I didn't care. I loved being outside, and I loved my horse.

For both of us, this was all we needed. To walk together down our old trail, the sun setting behind us and casting gorgeous shades of red and yellow across our path. I leaned forward across Finch's neck, giving her a few strokes to show my appreciation for her company. She nickered back at me, sounding quite pleased herself.

We'd learned to read each other over these past few years, and I felt that we had a bond. She was stubborn and cross at times, but we both understood that the moods wouldn't last forever. Sometimes if I came back even just a few hours later, she would be standing at her door, whinnying a greeting at me.

But the best times were when I was cross. It was so rare, that Finch often didn't know what to do. Even if I couldn't calm her when she was upset (I'd prefer to avoid a nasty glare from her if it can be avoided), she always seemed to know how to bring my spirits back up. Somehow, and I'm still amazed, I managed to find the perfect horse for myself.

"Alright girl, let's go home." I murmured to her, gently pulling her around with the reins and leading her back towards our home.

Word count: 448

[Kosciusko]

Loved your story Sabatea. Thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
This girl is officially yours.
And here's a late Merry Christmas!

[shortstop]

Hello!
There has been a slight numbering problem which we are now working to fix ^^
The number of this HG should be #190.
Please make sure to also change this on the horse's stable page c:
Thank you so much <3