Post by Elizabeth Saint Clair on Sept 1, 2009 10:53:48 GMT 10
Elizabeth
Elizabeth put her new Mustang in park just outside the riding stables. She was quite wealthy, well its mostly came from her adopted parents. She got out of the car with her semi favorite skinny jeans on, pink and black flats, a lime green lacy tank top, and her favorite cowboy hat. Her, coming from Texas, she has a place in her heart saved for a piece of country. It wasn't particularly hot out but she still hated any heat, it was a little weird for a girl from Texas. But she didn't care anyways. Her light green eyes moved from the front office to the people practicing in the in the arenas. She came here because she has a strong passion for horses, eh whats not to like they are loving animals. Elizabeth walked to the stables. Wow was it big. There were a lot of horses, duns, bays, chestnuts, palominos, paints, grays and many more she had no clue what color they were. You would think she would know a bit more about colors and such but she really only liked to care for them and ride. Her riding style will always be English. She has an idea about western that you don't have as good as balance as English. She always like to feel balanced and graceful on a horse. Reading all the little name plates by each of the horses stalls she stopped at one of them. This particular one had no name on his plaque. Hmm, I wonder why this wonderful mare doesn't have a name. She thought out loud. It was a very beautiful color too, a black dun with catch a bird markings. Absolutely gorgeous in every way. The curiosity of why she didn't have a name faded. She soon got too hot from standing in one place admiring the horse too long. She slowly strolled along the elaborate place. It must of costed a fortune to get this place up and running. She had a tendency to day dream a lot when she was enjoying her time and walking slowly. Weird enough she came here alone too usually she had at least one or two friends with her. But not today. You see Elizabeth's friends aren't really into horses. She never really got why anyways so she had to go to all her horse things alone. It was just too boring for them. She looked up at the beautiful blue sky puffy little clouds were all that was stopping the sky from being clear. Although she does like those kinds of clouds. They are perfect for pictures.... Oh damn! I forgot my camera. She said in an aggravated tone while trying to look in her purse one more time. Nothing except some makeup and what every typical girl has in their purse. She thought maybe she could go back home and get one but she was low on gas anyways. She kept on strolling down through the riding stables until she came to an about teen looking girl riding her horse in an outdoor arena. Wow did she have some talent. Her horse was small and graceful and was easily clearing six foot jumps without knocking one cavalety down. She always wished she could ride like that one day but never found a trainer that had the skill to teach her about it. She kept a mental note saying that she was going to come here again and see if there was some decent trainers here. By the look of that girl there was, and she wanted only the best for her and her horse. She sat down on a shaded bench watching the girl ride. Maybe she can learn a thing or two without having to actually perform them right now.
Elizabeth put her new Mustang in park just outside the riding stables. She was quite wealthy, well its mostly came from her adopted parents. She got out of the car with her semi favorite skinny jeans on, pink and black flats, a lime green lacy tank top, and her favorite cowboy hat. Her, coming from Texas, she has a place in her heart saved for a piece of country. It wasn't particularly hot out but she still hated any heat, it was a little weird for a girl from Texas. But she didn't care anyways. Her light green eyes moved from the front office to the people practicing in the in the arenas. She came here because she has a strong passion for horses, eh whats not to like they are loving animals. Elizabeth walked to the stables. Wow was it big. There were a lot of horses, duns, bays, chestnuts, palominos, paints, grays and many more she had no clue what color they were. You would think she would know a bit more about colors and such but she really only liked to care for them and ride. Her riding style will always be English. She has an idea about western that you don't have as good as balance as English. She always like to feel balanced and graceful on a horse. Reading all the little name plates by each of the horses stalls she stopped at one of them. This particular one had no name on his plaque. Hmm, I wonder why this wonderful mare doesn't have a name. She thought out loud. It was a very beautiful color too, a black dun with catch a bird markings. Absolutely gorgeous in every way. The curiosity of why she didn't have a name faded. She soon got too hot from standing in one place admiring the horse too long. She slowly strolled along the elaborate place. It must of costed a fortune to get this place up and running. She had a tendency to day dream a lot when she was enjoying her time and walking slowly. Weird enough she came here alone too usually she had at least one or two friends with her. But not today. You see Elizabeth's friends aren't really into horses. She never really got why anyways so she had to go to all her horse things alone. It was just too boring for them. She looked up at the beautiful blue sky puffy little clouds were all that was stopping the sky from being clear. Although she does like those kinds of clouds. They are perfect for pictures.... Oh damn! I forgot my camera. She said in an aggravated tone while trying to look in her purse one more time. Nothing except some makeup and what every typical girl has in their purse. She thought maybe she could go back home and get one but she was low on gas anyways. She kept on strolling down through the riding stables until she came to an about teen looking girl riding her horse in an outdoor arena. Wow did she have some talent. Her horse was small and graceful and was easily clearing six foot jumps without knocking one cavalety down. She always wished she could ride like that one day but never found a trainer that had the skill to teach her about it. She kept a mental note saying that she was going to come here again and see if there was some decent trainers here. By the look of that girl there was, and she wanted only the best for her and her horse. She sat down on a shaded bench watching the girl ride. Maybe she can learn a thing or two without having to actually perform them right now.
