Chasing the Stars

Rose

(DISCLAIMER: Most of the stuff used in this book is for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. If you are ever faced by a sick, injured, or an animal in general, please, please, PLEASE consult a professional before working with them. Thank you.)

"And ... she's good to go!"

I prick my ears. I've been waiting for almost a year to hear those words. Yet I never actually imagined hearing them.

Calia gasped. "Seriously? That's ... wow." She ran over to my stall, ignoring Charls uninterested, "No running in the barn.", and she wraps her arms around my neck.

I rest my head on hers, closing my eyes and appreciating the moment.

"Yaaaaaaay." Charl says sarcastically. "A sick horse nobody cares about is done with wasting our time. Hooray."  (I bet you forgot about him. Remember him? from four chapters ago?)

"Don't be a brat." Mimi chides him. "This is exciting. It's taken almost a year."

Charl rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

"Don't listen to him." Calia whispers in my ear. "He's just jealous that Rodrigo said I could ride you first."

"Am not!" Charl argues.

Calia giggles.

I giggle too.

Calia opens my stall door and slips my purple halter with: "I'm a survivor" embriodered on it. "Alright. First we got to get you out to the paddock, so you can get used to not being stuck in your stall 6 days of the week."

"And so I can see another horse." I nicker. "I haven't seen one in at least a year."

We walk out of the stable, and I feel lighter.

She puts me in a paddock close to another paddock, where a few mares are grazing.

I recognize the buckskin mare from when I first came here. (I bet you forgot about her too! Hehe)

I think she recognizes me too, because as soon as she spots me, she gallops over to me. "You're still here?" she asks, tilting her head.

I nod. "I am."

"Woah." she blinks. "You've been the talk of Mare paddock #6. One of these crazy mares thinks you're her sister. I'm Tina, by the way."

"Cleo." I answer immediately.

"Shame." Tina frowns. "Rosie was hopin' real hard."

I twitch my ears. "Rosie?" I frown, thinking hard. "I wasn't always Cleo, though. My first name was Isis."

"Oh! Oh oh oh oh!" Tina whinnies giddily. "Rosie talks about an 'Isis' all the time." she turns her head to three young mares dozing lazily in the shade. "ROSIE!" she screeches. "A HORSE WHO CLAIMS TO BE CALLED ISIS IS HERE!"

One of them stands up, and steps out of the shade. "Isis?" she squints, before inhaling sharply. "Isis, is that you?" she canters over. "Isis!" (Did you also forget about Cleo's sister at the farm? HA! I feel like I ACTUALLY CAN REMEMBER THINGS)

"Rose?" I ask disbelievingly. "Rose? What are you doing here?"

"Jacob lost the farm after you left!" She rubs her muzzle on my cheek. "I came here and you'll never guess who came here last week!" she exclaims. "I mean, I don't know him, but he claims to know you! He seems like a very nice stallion." Rose smirks at me.

"I don't even know who you're talking about." I sigh, exhasperated with my sisters antics.

"His name is Apier?" (ANOTHER CHARACTER THAT YOU THOUGHT WASN'T IMPORTANT THAT YOU FORGOT ABOUT ONCE HE WAS OUT OF THE CHAPTER)