Post by Saera on Oct 7, 2009 20:16:33 GMT -5
Saera pulled on her tall black boots before entering the barn, the aroma of oats and straw greeting her in a wave. The atmosphere changes dramatically from outside, where it was rainy and chilly; in here, there was a certain warmth given by not only the heating system, but by the familiarity of the creatures that resided inside it. The feline decided to have a quick stroll around the barn, searching for faces not known to her. She came to one stall in which a Thoroughbred mare was contained, and smiled in genuinely.
Weatherford pulled her muscular neck, followed by her head up, making eye contact with the feline female. the female shinny black books caught Bea's eye, nickering lowly as she watched the female walk closer. Dull pink hoof pawed at the ground as the lady just stood there. bea was hungry, there was a person there, why not try for food. Neck extended to poke her nose through the bar's of the stall door, Wiggling her top lip playfully.
Saera could not help but be amused at the mare's actions, and understood its meaning at once. She promised her return, and fetched the comical Thoroughbred her barley, oats and Vitamin D as stated on her charts. Upon entering her stall and filling her feedbox full of the bucket's contents, Saera gave the bay a gentle pat on the neck, saying "Dinner's served," in a pleasant tone.
Weatherford perked her ears at the feline entered the stall, filling her feed tray with nice food. Grunting, she flung her neck and head in circles, giving shrill whinny. She was convinced that this place was hers now. Pulling her lip up again, she leaned forward to the female, lipping her shirt a bit. She like this lady already.
Saera giggled, and held her palm out flat to accommodate the searching nose. She scratched her chin, receiving a pleasant tickle from the girl's whiskers. "You're cute," she said, and leaned back a fraction of an inch to read her nameplate-- "Weatherford, what a pretty name." The feline pulled up her stool, always conveniently placed near by, and sat outside the Thoroughbred's door, her knees pulled up and her palms against her cheeks, fingers folded.
Weatherford's head followed the lady until she sat down. Nickering, she pushed her nose through the stall's door bar's again, wiggling her upper lip again. Neck straightened, ears pricked as she heard the intercom mumble something about horse show. Blinking her brownish eyes, she pushed her nose farther out of the door, nickering as she looked sideways at the outdoor exit.
( Bea went to the group practice for the jumping course at this point. xD )
Weatherford pulled her muscular neck, followed by her head up, making eye contact with the feline female. the female shinny black books caught Bea's eye, nickering lowly as she watched the female walk closer. Dull pink hoof pawed at the ground as the lady just stood there. bea was hungry, there was a person there, why not try for food. Neck extended to poke her nose through the bar's of the stall door, Wiggling her top lip playfully.
Saera could not help but be amused at the mare's actions, and understood its meaning at once. She promised her return, and fetched the comical Thoroughbred her barley, oats and Vitamin D as stated on her charts. Upon entering her stall and filling her feedbox full of the bucket's contents, Saera gave the bay a gentle pat on the neck, saying "Dinner's served," in a pleasant tone.
Weatherford perked her ears at the feline entered the stall, filling her feed tray with nice food. Grunting, she flung her neck and head in circles, giving shrill whinny. She was convinced that this place was hers now. Pulling her lip up again, she leaned forward to the female, lipping her shirt a bit. She like this lady already.
Saera giggled, and held her palm out flat to accommodate the searching nose. She scratched her chin, receiving a pleasant tickle from the girl's whiskers. "You're cute," she said, and leaned back a fraction of an inch to read her nameplate-- "Weatherford, what a pretty name." The feline pulled up her stool, always conveniently placed near by, and sat outside the Thoroughbred's door, her knees pulled up and her palms against her cheeks, fingers folded.
Weatherford's head followed the lady until she sat down. Nickering, she pushed her nose through the stall's door bar's again, wiggling her upper lip again. Neck straightened, ears pricked as she heard the intercom mumble something about horse show. Blinking her brownish eyes, she pushed her nose farther out of the door, nickering as she looked sideways at the outdoor exit.
( Bea went to the group practice for the jumping course at this point. xD )