Snippet #2366925

Picking up a quick jog, I headed back towards the trailer where i was greeted by a very grumpy mother and a very hyper horse. Listening as my mum grumbled i felt slightly jelous off her. After moving to America after her divorce, She'd managed to lose the accent i was now stuck with. I guess that's what happens when you stay in Ireland instead. She'd wasn't a perticular horsey person..Or any type of person. heading into the back of the car, I pulled my stuff out and dumped it onto the floor in order to start sorting it out soon. Rubbing the small tattoo on my wrist, I muttered a quick goodbye to her, Untieing Sage as i did so she was able to drive off. I can't say i was sad to see her go, It had been a long 2 days with her.

Letting out a deep sigh, I grabbed Sage and his tack before mking my way towards what i assumed to be the stables..According ot the map that was. The L shaped building held a familar scent. Being large and airy made it perfect for the little gelding as i led him up to his stable and realsed the headcollar, Giving him a final polo and hug before heading into the tack room and hanging up the lightweight treeless saddle and Bridle + Marigale which belonged to me