by capricious » Wed Sep 21, 2011 11:16 am
Brielle swung up onto her horse, A Little Night Music, or just Night, as she called her. The Anglo-Arab tossed mane, lifting her delicate ebony muzzle into the air as she eyed the boys warily. She stretched, arching her back, then rubbed Night's neck soothingly; there wasn't a saddle, because she usually preferred riding bareback. A small smirk graced her soft lips as she noticed Devon look Sophie up and down. That city boy was just asking for trouble.
"We are pretty awesome," she laughed, grinning at Sophie. "But I still say that it's a total waste of my life."
"There's something about the way that you think
There's something about the wine that you drink
You've really got a certain je ne sais quoi"
je ne sais quoi
the pet shop boys
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capricious