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Post by Ariel Watson on Aug 8, 2007 9:41:35 GMT -5
Ariel laughed softly as she led Lance towards the crossties. The stallion was following her willingly, knowing he was going to get to work, and nudged her in the back with his head as she walked, causing her to giggle again and exclaim, "Flirt!"
In the hand grasping the horses lead, she also held his bridle; the othr hand was catched lightly afound a bucked of brushes, and the horses saddle, pad, and other tack rested atop her arm.
They reached the crossties and she dropped Lances lead to set the tack down carefully; she was planning on riding english today, so she was using a simple brown All Around english saddle and snaffle bridle.
She clipped the crossties to the sides of Lances' leather halter and picked up a soft face brush, and began brushing the dust from the stallions pale fur. A comb and stiffer brush, hoof pick, and a few wipes sat atop her saddle, waiting to be used.
"I think we'll go on a trail today, Lancey-boy." Ariel said as she brushed him, "Maybe we can find someone to ride with us..."
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