||Trace Ranch|| Country RP|| open

[mishka.]

{where is she? Oh and I'm bringing my other character in, really soon}

[Metumbo]

"Wow, three? Has she been broken yet?" Eleanor asked, she was surprised at how young the beautiful mare was, she didn't look that young, though you could kind of see it, she most definitely didn't look over seven ten though.

[Ascende superius]

(Um, well she's at the stables.)

Matt
"Yeah, pretty young. Not quite, I have started to back home but she's still pretty wild. I can approach, stroke and brush her but I need to work on riding and tacking." He answered.

[mishka.]

{oh! well Amanda is in the tack room, she comes to you? Or you to her?}

[Metumbo]

"Oh, I could help if you need any.." Eleanor offered, she had trained a lot of her own horses before, she hoped he didn't think she was trying to show off though.. She would never show off.

[Quitting CS...]

Pippin and Percy

Percy drummed his fingers on the table. He had finished eating, but he hadn't bothered to go outside yet, so he just sat there by the table, thinking. He finally stood up and walked outside, down to the stables and grabbed a halter and a lead rope for Pippin. He wanted to go for another ride since the one he had earlier today was so short. Percy knew Pippin needed to go for a walk, because being in the same place, in this case, the field, bored him horribly.

[Ascende superius]

Matt
"Thanks for the offer but I would like to train her on my own, she isn't just a regular wild horse to me. She and I had a connection from the first moment we met, when she was merely one year old." He tried to say as nicely as possible.

(Probably you to me as she has already cleaned her horses, although she might do some training today with her foal.)

[vash the stampede.]

anyone open?}}

[mishka.]

{Amanda and I'm gonna have her sister come right now}

[mishka.]

Amanda Katharine Truvot
Kat headed out the door of the house and walked down to the stable. On her way she grabbed her cellphone and dialed her sister. The phone rung three times, before finally a click on the other end.
"Hey KitKat." That was the nickname her sister gave her when she was little. She never let anybody else call her that.
"Max, where are you. I thought you said you'd be here by now." she said, now entering the stable. She slowly walked down the stalls and entered a small room. Tack lined the walls. She saw neat saddles, Bridles, pads and blankets. Stirrups and extra straps. It was larger and full of more stuff then the one she had always seen growing up.
Don't worry, I'm almost there. Cor just had a few problems with the trailer. I got him in, but the trouble is gonna be gettin' him out. I'll be there in about ten minutes, maybe five."
"Alright, bye." Kat hung up and pocketed her phone. She leaned against the wall,and winced when something poked at her back. She turned around to see a second strap, missing it's girth. She looked at the saddle, slightly recognizing it. She put her hand on it, smiling as the realization came to her. This saddle was her mother's. It was now Max's, but the girl almost always refused to use it, loving the feel of riding bareback.

Amanda Katharine Truvot
She sighed, running her hand over the old, but beautiful western saddle, sadness filling her eyes. She missed her mother, but there was nothing she could do about it. Kat took a quick deep breath and backhanded her watery eyes before any tears came. She walked out of the tack room and slowly walked along the stalls, looking into each one of them as she passed.