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[kassandra.]

It must have been years since she last even saw a horse that wasn’t on TV, in the internet or in a book. The odor was entirely diverse to her now. It didn’t smell the same as it used to but then, here there are lots of horses while back home, there where only two. Missy and stony. The two welsh ponies that she treasured so extremely. How she missed them. The way they came to her when she called them in from the corral, the way they greeted her when she came into the stable and the way they where always there for her when she even felt the littlest of poignant. But she was with the big league now. Big horses. New people and things she just had to get used to, including the now different smell of horses.

She could pick up the sound of horses as she gradually walked into the block. Each row was filled with unlike horses of unusual size, colour and markings. Each one was exclusive and it would take her a while to learn all of their names, but she will get there in the end. It will just take allot of remembering and thinking. As her orbs looked around the block, those grass greed ovals scanning each thing, a horse in the distance was the one she was looking for. Vivica. Her mare and her future racer. She just needed training and she could be the champion her mother once was. She just needed time being put into her and allot of effort. Only then she could be what she has been promised.

The weather today was warm. Warm enough to be wearing a simple T-shirt over the black breeches and chaps that she wore when she came to the stable area. Her hair was tied up, loose parts of bangs falling just in her eyes but she simply blew them away and then continued walking. Before she even managed to get to Vivica, another horse caught her eye. Its colour was simple amazing and the markings where ones she never seen before. So unique. So different. She took her short steps towards the horse and reached out, stroking its neck lightly. It snorted and rubbed its face on her side, pushing her backwards slightly.

"Beautiful, aren't you?" her soft vocals spoke. If anyone would have been there, they would of noticed the Japanese accent that flew with her words. She patted the horse once again and took out some straw in its mane shortly after before taking another look around to see Vivica happily munching on her hay net. She has happily settled in, in just the few days they have both been here. Hearing the horse she was standing with give another snort, she turned her attention back to it and let out a soft chuckle as it started to rub its head against her side again.

[Shia]

Young woman's dark blonde hair had bene pulled back in a ponytail that now hung low on her neck. "Easy, Lolita.." she murmured to the filly that trailed behind her, her neck and legs flecked with foam. A helmet was held under her right arm, the filly's reins trailing in her left hand. A purple tank top was worn, tucked into the usual beige jodhopurs and black, knee high riding boots, the steel toes clinking occasionally when they hit the concrete right. The filly's iron shoes clanked on the floor, echoing through the stable, pulling horses' heads from their stalls.

"Oh stop.." the woman mumbled in annoyance when the filly spooked at the girl they had just passed. The woman shook her head, dropping the helmet in the tack room, and proceeding to untack the filly, exchanging bridle for halter before latching the cross tie hooks onto the supple leather halter. The light racing saddle was pulled quickly off, and was put away in the coresponding saddle rack in the tack room. The bridle followed, hanging on a peg from the wooden rack, and the helmet was put back in a cabinet that sat on the left side of the room.

The woman appeared again, shoving a curl behind her ear that had fallen loose from the ponytail. The horse was unclipped from the cross ties and led down the aisle, iron shoes clip clopping once more, the girl standing in front of hte stall, for the moment, ignored. Daria had no idea who she was, nor did she care. She was a bit of a bitch, what can I say? The filly was hooked to the hotwalker for a groom to take care of later, and another horse, a gelding this time, dibbed Joey, was brought forth from his stall. The birds were singing loudly outside, a small reminder of spring on the way, and the lively gelding pretended to spook at their noises with a snort. The woman shook her head at Joey's patheticness and hooked him in the cross ties, brisquely running a brush over his silky, shiny coat...

[kassandra.]

She noticed the girl and her filly earlier but decided not to take much notice of them. Sure, the filly was cute and it reminded her of Vivica when she was just a filly but jess has never been one to make friend quickly as she chose to ignore people and get on with her business than stop and talk. Maybe, in her whole life, jess had like five close friends a few that she just knew from out and about and other friends and such, but she was never to make friends on her own. Yet, she has no issue talking to people. If someone approaches her, and starts talking to her, she can talk back and keep the conversation going but it is not one of her favorite things to do. You could say jess is more of a loner than anything else even if she enjoys the odd best friend here and there.

Even the stable block has a sort of warmth to it and she liked it. It made walking about outside more bearable and riding warmer anyway, even if she ends up sweating anyway. The horses seemed to enjoy the nice warm weather as well and none needed a rug on and they could go out in the fields and enjoy the fresh summer grass and sunshine themselves. Or they could just stay in their stables, enjoy the warmth there and have people coming over and pat them and feed them carrots when the visitors where here. They’d love the odd carrot and apple slice.

The horse in front of her had now turned to do something else, probably munching on something that was in the trooth that was in the stable. Her attention turned to the girl and her filly once again, watching it for a moment. The horse was quite beautiful. Lovely colour, shiny coat, beautiful formation of the head. Then she watched her get another horse out. A bigger and older one this time. Just as beautiful and watched her groom him over for a bit. A smile appeared on her soft crimson lips as it snorted but it seemed to be only playing about. Bless...

Her attention then went to Vivica who was snorting for jess to come over from her stall. It was time for her lesson anyway and the mare knew it. Even though she hated being tacked up, she loved being ridden and taken out on hacks so she can gallop for long stretches at a time. Jess slowly made her way to the stable and opened the door and shut it back behind her as she walked in. Vivica instantly fallowed her around as she walked to the other end of the box and started to nudge her. She was such a lovely horse and her coat colour and personality made her who she is. She was unique indeed. Jess hadn’t seen a coat colour like her in a long time and that was on a race horse many years ago when she was just little. Patting the grey mares neck, she put a head collar over her head and started to lead her out.

Vivica didn’t mind the other two horses but she did put her ears back slightly. She will hopefully grow out of that soon as she gets used to the horses here and makes friends with them in the fields or in races or wherever. Tying the beautiful mare on a ring just outside of the stable block, she opened her grooming box and started to brush all of the dirt and hay out of her coat until she was clean. The mare loved being brushed as the snored and closing of her eyes showed that she did.

[Shia]

The young woman, the one they called Daria, took little notice of the other girl. Her job was first and foremost. Yes, the weather was gorgeous, yes, she probably could have, and quite possibly should have taken time for herself, but she wasn't the type to stop and smell the roses. If you didn't have something driven to do, your time was wasted. That's all there is to it. Or so it is to Daria Williamson's way of thinking. This was a very miserable way to go through life, never taking any time to simply stop and enjoy the scenery. It was hard, even on one as hard as Daria, and it definately made her an even harder person than she already was...If that was even possible...

It was the work of only a few moments, and distracted ones at that, to get Joey's coat clean, since there was very little on it, and her eyes tended to follow the other filly. Vivica? with a trained eye, taking in her beautiful legs and refined head before her own took their chokehold on her once more. A saddle was quickly slapped on the gelding's back, quickly cinched up good and tight, and bridle was quickly on, the gelding snatching excitedly at the bit. Joey loved to run. And the faster he got there, the better. The woman shook her head as she slipped into the tackroom, the jittery gelding's reins over her arm, to put the halter away and grab her helmet once more. The helmet was quickly strapped onto her head, latched beneath her throat, and she swung onto the tall gelding with ease, sitting a moment to adjust herself. "Ho, there.." she murmured when Joey tried to snatch the bit. His weight lurched forward, but a gentle pressure on the bit soon stopped this unwanted forward momentum.

She adjsuted her reins and clucked him forward, giving a curt nod to the other girl as the gelding's iron shoes clip clopped over the cement floor. They were soon out of sight around the side of the barn, and she couldn't help wondering if the girl would come up to the track or down to the indoor arena. Nor help wondering who she was. Maybe she'd ask if the girl was still there when she got done working Joey....Maybe...