by caf. » Thu Dec 31, 2015 7:28 am
Username: overcaffienated.
Name: How Long Is Forever "Infinty"
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: blue
Genotype: ee/Aa/Gg/STYSTY/nSb/nT
Halter Color: Maroon
Keep the lines or same or color them black?: Same color, please
Letter:
Dear Quest (was that even your name?),
Do you remember me? The first horse you ever sat upon? Or maybe I was the second, I can barely recall. I remember you didn't like me at all at first; you told your friends I was too fast and your trainer I was too hardheaded. Truthfully, you were probably right; I was still very young. Why your trainer put you on me, I'll never know. I mean, I never bucked or anything, but I was not the greatest beginner's horse. Especially when I ran off with you and galloped for almost a mile with you crying and holding on for dear life until I stopped at the barn. In all honesty, it's possible we'd be better off if we'd never met.
I remember you stopped coming back after you switched to another horse. Even though she was a calm mare, she spooked unexpectedly - twice - and threw you off both times. I don't blame you for quitting.
Your best friend was pretty upset about it, though; she seemed all out of sorts for a few lessons afterward. That happened a lot; she would come in all sad and wouldn't say why to anyone. I hope you took care of her when she felt that way, I know her horse did.
You came back yesterday. I was happy to see you, happy to prove to you that I had changed. But you didn't tack me up or get on me. No, you cried into my neck for hours. "Who hurt you?", I'd wondered. "Who caused you such great pain you had to come back?"
As soon as your friend walked in I knew. The way she froze, how she reeked of fear, how she stuttered in terror for a few drawn-out seconds before bolting backwards like a frightened thoroughbred and sprinting out of the barn. More than anything, though, she looked like she missed you badly.
I'm sorry you and her aren't friends anymore. And I can't help but feel that I'm a bit to blame. If I had treated you better, if you had kept riding, maybe you two could have still bonded. I'm sorry I didn't act right, and I'm sorry that mare didn't either. I'm sorry we didn't show you the good side of the horse world.
Your friend, whatever her name is, is crushed. Heartbroken. She keeps crying and mumbling things to her horse. I know someday she'll be okay, but it's still very sad to see.
I'm halfway through my life now, sixteen years old. And Quest, I must thank you for treating me so kindly. I underestimated how gentle you were with me when you rode me. Nowadays, now that I've gentled a bit, they put kids on my that yank on my mouth and kick in my sides mercilessly. I feel as though I've been ruined, and I'm not even twenty yet. It looks like the barn's suffering a bit, now that our high level riders have graduated and our business is fleeing to more generic lesson stables. I wish I were one of those horses people want to tell all their secrets, but they all go to the little Shetland ponies and the super-friendly horses. Nobody wants to ride the painted stallion that once ran off with you and forced you to switch horses (everyone's heard the story) when there are horses with perfect records right next door.
I'm sorry, Quest. I guess we both got a raw deal.
Yours,
Infinity
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