Wynd and RS

[Haleigh Sharphowl]

Wyndlily Sharphowl perused the complex of paddocks at the heart of Top Rail, looking for the horse her cousin had told her about. He'd been shipped in earlier in the day, unloaded in one of the paddocks to collect himself and get used to the place. Leigh had described him to her as a buckskin Quarter Horse stallion she picked up as a 'bargain'. Wynd figured this horse wasn't quite her type now, but he would've been, say, ten years ago when she was on the rodeo circuit as a teen.

The sky was ashen and cloudy, the sun nowhere to be found, and puddles formed in various spots on the concrete walkway. Walking past Thoroughbred after nameless Thoroughbred, Wynd finally spied a horse that fit the description. Sticking her paws into the pockets of her black zip-up hoodie, the husky furre briskly approached.

Standing at the rain-dappled gate, Wynd clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, hoping to pique the stallion's interest. She watched him from under her hood, evaluating his conformation, judging him already. In a matter of a few minutes, she'd probably have her mind made up about him. As she waited to see what his reaction would be, she pondered why Leigh would seek her opinion so desperately. Perhaps he was her next training prospect?

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RS Had been timid at first, a bit shy of these new people - he'd been taken away from a much smaller, but quite a bit more remote place. As he'd been unloaded he did so quietly, but he was very much on edge.

When Wyndlily came, he had his head down in a corner, snuffling about and examining things curiously. He was quite a young Stallion, though he himself couldn't count, so he wasn't sure. When heheard the sound, ears pricked up and he lifted and turned his head to see the newest person, his eyes shimmering prettily, their chocolate brown shade a pleasant site. He shifted a bit, turned, and approached Wyndlily, getting as close as he could, a little unsure of her, and still a bit skittish, but quite curious.

[Haleigh Sharphowl]

Wyndlily Sharphowl removed her paws from her pockets, although the long sleeves of her hoodie covered all but the ends of her fuzzy digits. Folding her arms, she leaned on the top rail of the metal gate, the fabric of her sleeves quickly sucking up the droplets of water that sat there. "Hey, dude," Her voice was deep, but still feminine in nature. "How ya doin'?"

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Flinched and raised his head as she produced a pair of hands unexpectedly. He snorted, and leaned his head down, intrigued by the color-changing fabric. Powerful, flexible lips pulled at the fabric, to see if it would fit between his teeth for a good grinding. He shifted a little as he stood, turning his shoulder to her a bit. He seemed physically fit, but one could only be sure on examination. And he certainly had character, in pleantiful supply. Giving a flick of his tail, he let out another snort, and lifted his nose, level with Wynd's face.