We pulled into an old cottage like house's drive way. There was a barn in the back along with a stable and riding ring, a fee pastures and a lake.
"Mom, dad." I held the seats awaiting my dad to unlock the doors. I heard the click clunk and bolted out from the box prison and out. Taking deep breaths of the fresh and damp grass and pine scent. I walked to the house, made from wood. I couldn't help but to trail my fingers on it as I walked to the barn. It stale hay for bedding and fresh feeding fodder up on the seconds floor stacked in neat piles. Running out I opened the stable door and gasped, there was over 20 stalls in there. Even a blue roan mawari stallion. Walking up it nickered as I placed a hand on its snout.
"I bought him a few days ago for you." My mother said knowing it was my dream horse.
"Mom-" She passed me a bridle.
"Be careful." She smiled and pointed me to the saddles.
"Name him something good!" She called from the side of the house but I could barley hear her.
"Sire?" I asked, nothing put a nudge.
"Hmm, I don't know, I'll pick soon boy." I said kissing his nose and scratching his chin earning another nudge and a neigh. Taking a lead I led him to the saddling post. Picking a western saddle and a teal blanket I place it on his muscular back. His eyes were metallic grey and ocean blue, his mane was white with black freckles in it along with his tail they were both rather long. His hooves were white and his ears curved perfectly, touching each otherwise they should. Taking him out I got on from the right side taking the reins giving him lots of slack. Giving a small and gentle squeeze to his sides his legs took us to a walk. Making it to a trail we sped to a trot.
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At last we made it to a clearing so I let him canter, it was a good speed but
I could tell he wanted to go.
"Ya!" I called applying pressure to his sides again he reared snorting and then we were gone, his strides were long and steady along with his breaths we sped along the clearing to a house, a very very large on too. Tugging the reins a bit he slowed and shook his crania. The trees hid the place well, all the lush green grass made my stallion lean down for a snack. The perfectly trimmed shrubs around the quartz driveway to our street. His audits swiveled as he lifted his head.
"Hello Ms." Someone said walking in front of us, he was muscular and had no shirt on I couldn't help but look at his 12 pack. Blushing I looked I his face, a few pimples here and there ad some ginger stubble, his buzz cut red hair made him look like a military version of Lucky from the lucky charms commercial.
"Sorry if I trespassed."
"it's fine ms, please come in. I'll have someone stable your horse." He smiled.
"I shouldn't." He frowned.
"Come on we are all your friends here." He smiled again.
"Okay."
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My grad trip is a week tomorrow and so I will try to update more before then as I would have to pay to use wifi at the hotel. Please comment what you think I really want to know if it's worth the time to continue bc no one comments and few rads or votes have come. My cuzin has 2k reads and I would like to get there too, but I don't think I will. Anyways comment what you think and pm me what you want to happen ill dedicate the best idea to the person in that chapter if anyone reads this.
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