(Hey my loves. SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE AHHHH i'm so sorry. Here, we get to meet Calia's girlfriend! Yes, Calia is a lesbian, and if you're not okay with that, you don't have to read. Okay? Good. NOW ONTO THE HORSES AND LESBIANS)
"Today's the day!" Calia chirps.
She's dancing around the barn, humming a cheerful tune that I don't recognize and don't care to recognize.
"I'm getting ridden. Hooray." I nicker, rolling my eyes.
"Oh, shush." Calia chides. "It'll be fun. You'll see."
She grabs a scarlet saddle pad, her saddle, and my bridle, and starts to scrub with a special tack soap.
Once it's all nice and shiny, she clips my halter an leadrope on, and hooks my up to the crossties.
She starts to curry comb all of the dirt caked in my fur. It feels nice. I make sure to flick my tail into Calia's face.
"Ow. Cleo, none of that." she scolds.
I stop. But I can't help quietly snickering.
Calia puts her bright lilac curry comb back in the brush box, and retrieves a hard brush and a soft brush.
The gentle strokes of the brushes lull me into a sort of trance. It's soothing, and it calms my nerves and my racing thoughts.
Cleo, you'll be fine. Apier promised you would stay. Calia promised you would stay. You're not going anywhere.
It seems like only a few moments have passed when Calia picks my hooves, and snaps me out of my trance.
"Almost done, Cleo." Calia mutters, scraping out the last of the dirt. She sets my hoof down and grins. "Ready to tack you up."
I snort some impolite words.
She puts on a scarlet saddle pad, a fluffy white bounce pad, and the coffee brown saddle on.
She tries to put the bridle on, and I refuse to take the bit, just because I want to.
I eventually take it.
Once she's finished with tacking me up, she leads me out.
Calia's phone rings from her back pocket. She gives me a surprised look.
"Look, I have no idea." I sigh.
"Hello?" she removes her phone from her back pocket, and I listen closely to catch the voice of the other person.
"Calia! Ohmygosh HI!" a voice I don't recognize squeals from the other end.
"Abby?" Calia gasps. "Abby! Hi! How are you?"
"Wonderful!" 'Abby' trills. "How are you?"
"I'm well." Calia grins. "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Oh - sorry! Are you busy? I can call back another time."
"No, no. What do you need?"
"Well I just wanted to tell you I'm about to bring Apples out on a trail ride, actually right by Cloudy Skies Stables. Are you free?"
"Yes! I was just about to take Cleo out in a trail ride!" Calia beams.
"Oh, that's the horse you've been training, right?"
"Pony." Calia corrects. "She's 14.1 hands."
"Oops! Sorry. But anyway. Meet you at Sherwood Trail in fifteen?" Abby chirps.
"See you there! Love ya, bye!" Calia hangs up and smiles dreamily.
I nudge her with my nose. "Who was that?" I demand impishly. "Whoooo isssss itttt?"
"Cleo!" Calia laughs. "That was just my girlfriend. She's taking her horse on a trail ride along Sherwood Trail."
She takes the reins and leads me along the cherry orchard.
Once we get to the entrance to Sherwood Trail, I see a tall, chestnut, thoroghbred gelding with a tall, tan rider, with thick, wavy chocolate brown hair and large brown eyes, who I assume is Abby.
"Abby!" Calia squeals and runs over to the girl and gives her a tight hug.
"Calia, sweetheart, how have you BEEN?" Abby giggles, giving Calia a kiss on the cheek.
"Wonderful." Calia gushes.
I tip my head, observing the two. Calia has turned from her calmer, quieter, self into an excited, bubbly, giddy version of herself.
"Is this pretty mare the all-famous Cleo?" Abby asks, wiggling her eyebrows. She reaches up a hand to stroke my nose, and I lean into her. She smells like apples and chamomile. "Calia, I approve of Abby." I decide.
"She's wonderful, believe me." the chestnut thoroughbred assured me, scaring the living daylights out of me.
Abby and Calia both laugh as I jump.
"Bales and Barrels you scared me!" I sputter indignantly. (Yes I came up with that and I'm proud of myself YOU CAN'T STOP ME! >:D)
The chestnut chuckles. "Sorry. I was unaware of you being lost in your thoughts. I do apologize."
I sniff. "Hmm. I suppose I can forgive you."
He laughs.
I relax.
"I'm Apples. Abby's 8-year-old thoroughbred with a little bit of arabian blood." Apples smiles. "And you are?"
"Cleo. I'm about ... 9, I think, and I'm a Connemara/Friesian/half welsh cob mix."
"Do you do dressage?"
"I mean, if the goal is to epically fail, then sure."
He laughs again.
"I do eventing. Show jumping, dressage, and cross country."
A few minutes of everyone chatting and laughing, and then we start the trail ride.
(I know this was a really short chapter, buuuuuut I'm really busy and I figured a short chapter was better than no chapter.
Anyway, I hope y'all are having a wonderful evening, and I'm going to be putting up a poll soon.
What for?
Well, I'm thinking of doing a summer-cleaning kind of thing on my profile. deleting all the stories I have no inspiration for anymore, getting rid of all the ones I don't like anymore. So I'll be asking you wonderful people to vote on which stories you want to stay.)
(And I maybe, just maybe, will be adding in a new fantasy story soon. So, keep your eyes peeled ;)
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Chasing the Stars
FantasíaCleo is a beuatiful horse. Who wouldn't not want her? Apparently everyone. Her whole life, she had been traded and bought and tossed somewhere, because her owner doesn't want her. Even if she find a forever home, when will that be? And what if more...
