Post by ruffian4ever on Nov 26, 2010 19:01:31 GMT -5
Ingrid Schuller
all the things she said
all the things she said
A red jeep Rubicon rolled over the gravel, crunching pebbles
under its tires. It coasted down the lane, past the freshly
painted wooden sign marking the entrance to Pinewood Stable,
the highlight of the town. Driving the car was a fair haired
woman, glancing over the terrain as she maneuvered her car to
a halt in the parking lot and turned off the ignition. She had
arrived only a few days ago in my new small house cross town
and her horse, Ace, had just arrived yesterday by trailer. She'd
been sure to finish unpacking early so she could oversee his
unloading and make sure he was settled in well in the new
place. If Ace could talk, she was almost certain he would be sure
to tell her that he loved his new space, and any horse should.
After all, his box stall here was big enough to fit three stalls at
their old stable, back in New York, and the management here
made sure there were always at least two spare grooms on
hand. The stable was cleaned and free of any speck of dirt or
debris in the wide aisles, and there were often several riders
riding at once, or polishing tack, grooming their mounts, or even
doing volunteer work at the stable. Ace had a chance yesterday
to explore the grounds, and she'd led him around the stable and
let him walk by the paddocks. He even had a chance to meet
several of the horses turned out, but after one spastic episode
with a gelding, she decided it would be best to wait until he'd
gotten over his nerves.
The car door opened and the young woman stepped down,
shutting the door behind her in one fluid motion. Her brown-
blond hair, curled loosely at her shoulders, bounced lightly as she
walked the few strides to the gate, pocketing her keys and
smoothing out the hem of her thin, airy blouse. She wore long,
tanned breeches, crisp and new, tucked into her tall black English
boots reaching just below her knees. She unlatched and
stepped through the gate, running a quick, slender hand through
her glossy hair. She peered around cautiously at the huge
stable yard and strode up to the main door of the barn. The
wide sliding door was pushed all the way open and Ingrid
stepped inside, boots soft on the clean floor.
Ingrid walked down the long, wide stable aisle, horse stalls lined
on either side, and occasionally a head would pop out, roll their
eyes, and turn back to munching their grains. She smiled as a
familiar whinny sounded in the barn amongst the others, and
stopped in front of a large stall, identical to the others, where a
long, bold nose peered out. She smooched to the horse and the
bay turned his head in her direction, watching her through
gleaming dark eyes. She held out her gloved hand to him and he
snuffed a breath of hot air over it, emitting a short, low nicker.
She reached her other hand up to stroke his cheek and smiled at
him. "Yes, I missed you too, boy," her sweet words
whispered to him, voice catching on her soft accent.
Ingrid unlocked the padlock securing her tack box, located at the
foot of her horse's stall. She lifted the lid and suddenly realized
she'd left her helmet at home. Cursing under her breath, she
shut the lid and headed for the tack room, scaling the wall for a
spare helmet. Finding onethat fit well enough, she returned to
Ace's stall and grabbed the royal blue halter and lead line that
hung on a hook to the side of his sliding door. She pushed open
the stall door and stepped in, letting Ace sniff her hand before
she lifted the halter up to his muzzle, clipping the strap behind
his ears. The nameplate shone as they stepped from the stall
and out into the sunlit aisle, and Ingrid halted Ace, draping the
lead over his neck and patting his neck. He'd been trained to
ground-tie, so she didn't see any need to cross tie him.
Ingrid turned on her heel and bent down to rummage through
her tack trunk, locating the grooming supplies she'd use today.
She had some spare time, so she figured it would be best to take
her time grooming Ace to acclimate him to the new surroundings,
and she would take him out to the arena to warm up and jump in
a little while. She glanced at her slim wristwatch and read the
time , 1:20. Satisfied, she grabbed a stiff body brush and a
mane comb in each hand, then turned back to her horse. She
patted his sleek brown neck and reached up to begin combing
out his short black mane, although it already gleamed from her
visit the other day. She spent only a few minuted on his mane
and forelock, then walked around to her horse's rump to comb
through his long tail. She felt at home here already with Ace, in
this new and beautiful place, the sweet smell of the barn calming
to her. A soft smile alighted on her face as the warm sun hit her
shoulders, sending soft showers of glinting light across Ace's
back and mingling in her hair, soft face lit by it's soothing glow.
runnin through my head
runnin through my head
words: 897
muse: Meh...
notes: Open to anyone.
all the things she said
all the things she said
A red jeep Rubicon rolled over the gravel, crunching pebbles
under its tires. It coasted down the lane, past the freshly
painted wooden sign marking the entrance to Pinewood Stable,
the highlight of the town. Driving the car was a fair haired
woman, glancing over the terrain as she maneuvered her car to
a halt in the parking lot and turned off the ignition. She had
arrived only a few days ago in my new small house cross town
and her horse, Ace, had just arrived yesterday by trailer. She'd
been sure to finish unpacking early so she could oversee his
unloading and make sure he was settled in well in the new
place. If Ace could talk, she was almost certain he would be sure
to tell her that he loved his new space, and any horse should.
After all, his box stall here was big enough to fit three stalls at
their old stable, back in New York, and the management here
made sure there were always at least two spare grooms on
hand. The stable was cleaned and free of any speck of dirt or
debris in the wide aisles, and there were often several riders
riding at once, or polishing tack, grooming their mounts, or even
doing volunteer work at the stable. Ace had a chance yesterday
to explore the grounds, and she'd led him around the stable and
let him walk by the paddocks. He even had a chance to meet
several of the horses turned out, but after one spastic episode
with a gelding, she decided it would be best to wait until he'd
gotten over his nerves.
The car door opened and the young woman stepped down,
shutting the door behind her in one fluid motion. Her brown-
blond hair, curled loosely at her shoulders, bounced lightly as she
walked the few strides to the gate, pocketing her keys and
smoothing out the hem of her thin, airy blouse. She wore long,
tanned breeches, crisp and new, tucked into her tall black English
boots reaching just below her knees. She unlatched and
stepped through the gate, running a quick, slender hand through
her glossy hair. She peered around cautiously at the huge
stable yard and strode up to the main door of the barn. The
wide sliding door was pushed all the way open and Ingrid
stepped inside, boots soft on the clean floor.
Ingrid walked down the long, wide stable aisle, horse stalls lined
on either side, and occasionally a head would pop out, roll their
eyes, and turn back to munching their grains. She smiled as a
familiar whinny sounded in the barn amongst the others, and
stopped in front of a large stall, identical to the others, where a
long, bold nose peered out. She smooched to the horse and the
bay turned his head in her direction, watching her through
gleaming dark eyes. She held out her gloved hand to him and he
snuffed a breath of hot air over it, emitting a short, low nicker.
She reached her other hand up to stroke his cheek and smiled at
him. "Yes, I missed you too, boy," her sweet words
whispered to him, voice catching on her soft accent.
Ingrid unlocked the padlock securing her tack box, located at the
foot of her horse's stall. She lifted the lid and suddenly realized
she'd left her helmet at home. Cursing under her breath, she
shut the lid and headed for the tack room, scaling the wall for a
spare helmet. Finding onethat fit well enough, she returned to
Ace's stall and grabbed the royal blue halter and lead line that
hung on a hook to the side of his sliding door. She pushed open
the stall door and stepped in, letting Ace sniff her hand before
she lifted the halter up to his muzzle, clipping the strap behind
his ears. The nameplate shone as they stepped from the stall
and out into the sunlit aisle, and Ingrid halted Ace, draping the
lead over his neck and patting his neck. He'd been trained to
ground-tie, so she didn't see any need to cross tie him.
Ingrid turned on her heel and bent down to rummage through
her tack trunk, locating the grooming supplies she'd use today.
She had some spare time, so she figured it would be best to take
her time grooming Ace to acclimate him to the new surroundings,
and she would take him out to the arena to warm up and jump in
a little while. She glanced at her slim wristwatch and read the
time , 1:20. Satisfied, she grabbed a stiff body brush and a
mane comb in each hand, then turned back to her horse. She
patted his sleek brown neck and reached up to begin combing
out his short black mane, although it already gleamed from her
visit the other day. She spent only a few minuted on his mane
and forelock, then walked around to her horse's rump to comb
through his long tail. She felt at home here already with Ace, in
this new and beautiful place, the sweet smell of the barn calming
to her. A soft smile alighted on her face as the warm sun hit her
shoulders, sending soft showers of glinting light across Ace's
back and mingling in her hair, soft face lit by it's soothing glow.
runnin through my head
runnin through my head
words: 897
muse: Meh...
notes: Open to anyone.