by summer monday » Thu Apr 21, 2011 12:21 am
[Okay. c:]
Aspen felt the last wisp of grime drift off of Pegasus' muddy pelt, and put her head on his neck. She gently kissed him, the way only she could, the only way he would allow. Then, just out of memory, she walked ten steps forward, turned two steps to the left, and gathered her tack. After Pegasus was ready, she placed a foot into his stirrup and hoisted herself up towards the ceiling. She led the horse into the dressage arena, where she could hear Rachel and France [she knew his hoofbeats] pounding around the arena. She slipped inside when they weren't in front of the gate, and eased her horse into a canter.