Emily Spring
Emily entered the barn, reaching out to rub beneath 16.3hh Finn's forelock. "Hi Finn." She smiled, kissing the Gelding's nose. She fished through her pockets, pulling out a mint and offering it to him. His soft lips barely grazed her hand as he took the mint, nudging her arm gratefully. She let out a small laugh as he sucked on it, stepping to the left, Keeper's stall. She gave him a pat, scratching his cheek. She smiled at the sleek bay stallion. "I'll jump you later, Keeper." The girl then moved to Kay's stall to see the paint laying in the shavings. "Hey sleeping beauty." She laughed, watching as Kay lifted and nuzzled her owner. She rubbed her for a moment, before heading back to Finn with her grooming kit.
Keep My Secrets
Keeper let out a soft grunt as his human rubbed his cheek. His eyes flickered closed, this was his absolute favorite spot to be rubbed or scratched. He lout out a sigh of contentment, snorting softly as she left. He let out a low whinny to Kay, turning into his stall and pulling a few whisps of hay from his hay pile. He chewed them, sticking his head over the stall door.
My Name Is Kay
The mare's eyes flickered open after hearing her human speak. She lifted her muzzle from the shavings. Kay let out a small nicker as Emily came up to her stall, pulling herself to her hooves with a heaving sigh. The paint mare walked to the door. She nuzzled Emily gently, letting out a low whicker. She sighed happily as Emily rubbed her, completely content of her owner's presence.
Finnegan
Finn whinnied happily as his owner greeted him. He lipped at her nose after she kissed him, grunting. He lipped up the mint, sucking it carefully. He loved the taste, and was careful not to drop it. He circled his stall, finishing the mint and returning to the water bucket. He took a long drink, sighing as he returned to the stall door to see Emily gone.
Derek Mayker
The 18-year-old stood off to the side of the barn, watching to see if any horses were for sale. He sighed softly in slight boredom, looking around. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking around at both girls and their horses.
[Sorry, Derek's is kinda crappy....]












