J A S O N
{ || Male || 22 years || A Lark's Song ||Mood; Content || Location; barn || }
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Jason exhaled through his nose and watched her walk away. He understood she was just trying to help, but he couldn't afford to be sued for his horse injuring her. He was barely keeping his head above water as it was. He turned and kept a good and firm grip on Lark's lead. Taking extra care not to spook her again. He began leading her towards the barn so he could get her squared away before moving his stuff into his cabin and finally sit down and have a beer, completely forgetting about his hat. He walked into the barn and found an empty stall and turned lark loose inside, closing the door behind her. He took out her warning sign, stating that she could bite if anyone tried to interact with her, that she wasn't firmiliar with. His so called buddy really did a favor for him, by making Lark completely sour in the few months he borrowed her. One stupid decision and Jason was back to square one.
Jason hung his mares lead up on the hook outside her stall and walked back out of the barn towards his truck to unload Larks feed and supplements and put them in the feed room, which he had found, wandering around, looking for the tack room. After that, he moved his truck and parked it near his cabin and unloaded his stuff, moving it into the cabin, and setting it aside. He walked towards the couch and flopped down on it, letting out a sigh. Today just really wasn't his day. He began thinking of how much of a complete jerk he was towards the girl in the paddock and began to feel a little guilty, but there was now way the girl would let him apologies right now, so he'd have to do it later. Jason stood back up and went back out, hoping to find his old friend Mason.
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Lark snorted and flicked her tail, pacing a little in her stall. She felt more secure in there than she did outside, but she was still very nervous. All the new sights and smells really made her anxious. She began sniffing around her stall. The stall smelled of another horse that must've had this stall before her, and she didn't like it. She brought her head back up and lipped at her limp looking Haynet, taking a few bites from it. Even the hay tasted different from where she came from. She let the rest drop to the ground and peered out of the stall between the closed bars, that kept her from putting her head out of the stall. She flicked her tail and remained quiet, listening to all the activity around her, letting her mind wander. So far, she was not impressed with this place