by landofmakebelieve » Fri Nov 07, 2014 2:44 pm
Leriah eventually grew bored and with a grunt, heaved herself to her paws. She padded out of camp, then when she was out of camp, turned and began bounding through the territory toward the river. When she got to the river, Leriah sat and began humming a tune, which quickly turned into her soft singing. "Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
Don't you wanna hold eachother tight?
Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?
Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
We can make forever feel this way, don't you wanna stay?" A small rabbit hobbled out into her sigh, probably only a few months old, followed by it's mother, her other babies swarming around her legs. The fae smiled softly, picturing her pups that Aber would someday father.

hello, bonjour
please call me believe
herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.