Cian nodded with a crooked smile, watching her go, Alrighty then.." He turned in his heel, and started back toward the horse he originally was going for, his Mustang colt, Sparticus. He dumped the grain into the blue plastic bucket hanging on the wall of the stall. The spotted colt nipped his shoulder blade, earning a pained squeak from Cian. He turned around with a glare on his face, but Sparta eyed him innocently. He grumbled as he exited the stall to go feed Dalmation.
Ava nodded her head, and said, "Well, we have a few horses like that here, so there's a special pasture group down this road here.' She shook her head to the road leading down beside the first stable that wound down to behind a patch of trees, "These ones are generally held for Mustangs fresh off the range, but we've some domestics back there as well. Each horse has their own 60 square feet of run, and a box stall inside the pen for them. There's a pasture back there that is generally open for anybody willing to run their horses in it. It's about half the size of our normal pasture, but it rarely has a soul in it. If you need anything else, just find me, Cillian or Cian... They're redhead twins, not easy to miss." She smiled after her slightly nervous speech, and, with a nod of her head, she crossed the road to the adjacent stable, where a wheel burrow and fork awaited her.
Cillian tacked up Dalmatian carefully, weary of her teeth and hooves. After he was done, he led the Knabby mare toward the outdoor arenas, where he intended to work on Dalmatian's eventing skills... Or, lack thereof. Heaving himself gracefully into the saddle, he gathered the reins and asked Dolly to begin her warm up routine. Eventually they began to canter around the ring, then they began their transitions.