Stix & Cassidy Smith

[Kisco]

I figured I'd start up the forum rp for ya, so here ya go =)

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It was a wonderful morning in the barns, things were just waking up and bustling around the building. The chill of the morning air drifted in, auds perked forth listening to the sounds of the busy barn. Lowered head would lift slightly as she became interested, steel optics seemed to peer over the door curiously. Stix was a intelligent but ever wanting to learn horse, it was part of being a Morgan of course. Lengthy tail seemed to sway from side to side contently, a lowly nicker escaped her mug.

Never being the kind of horse to show aggression, she reached out her neck just to greet the hired help. Lipping lightly at a shirt or sleeve if she could, ears brought forward alert and awake now from the mornings rooster crow. What would this day bring for the perlino mare, much to find out yet --- all the willing to learn it.

[cassidysmith]

=D Okies sorry I haven't been active lately... I'm working on like five projects a night and tend to get distracted by furc.
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Cass would hurriedly run into the barn she had overslept today but seemed to be on time now. Abruptly halting she would bend down placing her hands on her knees as she breathed heavily. Picking herself back up with much grace she walked down the barn isleway. Onyx boots colided with the oak floorboards emitting a clicking noise. Cass had been working here for not more than a week, but she definately had been hanging around here for longer than that.
It was that time again, time to clean stalls and lead the equids to the paddocks. Taking a plum hued bondage and matching lead she would walk to the stall nearest the door. Enclosed inside `twas a perlino morgan, Stix. Cass had observed the equid before noting the rare color. Fiddling with the lock she would shimmy in. Taking a treat from her sweatshirt pocked she would attempt to redirect the fae's attention to the treat while she would slip the bondage upon the mare's cerrebellum. If successful she would clip the lead upon the halter. Mitt would outstretch stroking Stix's curvature a note of reasurrance.[blech bad post =/]