Post by virala on May 29, 2009 3:38:56 GMT -5
Yasmine tossed her mane and snorted wildly as Val lead her into the yard. Up until that point she had been quiet and gentle not even stirring when a coyote cub had run past them during their trek in the forests. Yet now just leading her into a small yard was freaking her out completely. Then Val realised. If Yasmine really had been in the paddock since she was 6 years old and now she was about 10 chances were that maybe she hadn't seen another horse all those years. Val sympathised and let the excitable mare prance around at the end of the rope rearing and bucking as she did so. Suddenly Val was dragged to the first stall where a black horse stood. Yasmine reached out towards her and whinnied with happiness. "Wow. She's a beauty isn't she?" Val commented as she joined Yasmine in greeting the black horse. A name plate was nailed to the door and it read "Rebel". Val then looked up and saw a polished leather headcollar hung onto a brass hook that was poking out of the wall. Underneath was a shelf hold brushes, oils, supplements, riding crops, bandaged, boots you name it! Val spun on her heel an look around the yard. Everywhere people had neatly stacked saddles, rugs, feed bags and bridles each polished to perfection. Val looked at her disgracefully skinny and muddy mare. She wanted to leap onto Yasmine's back and gallop away into the hills where they belonged. Who was she kidding? How could she just waltz into this professional yard with highly trained horses and skilled riders and expect to fit in? "This is a mistake" she whispered to her mare and began to walk away. Yasmine sadly turned and followed her. Maybe she could get to back to the paddock on Mr Manders' ranch before her parents came? Surely she could just tell them that Yasmine wasn't ready to be trained and ridden. Then Yasmine and her could be the hermit of the hills and forget about schooling and saddles and all the polished bits and pieces that seemed to be everywhere in this yard. They could be free and wild and just do what they pleased. Just as Val opened the gate of the yard and began to walk out, a rusted, old truck came round the corner of the road. It was her father's car. Val groaned and put on a happy face to greet her father. The engine stoped banging and clattering and then her father jumping out of the drivers seat. He was dressed in a dusty green shirt and a pair of jeans. "So like him" Val thought to herself. Then her mother carefull stepped out wearing and long flowing dress ade of some sort of mauve coloured silk. Val thought about how strange her parents looked but then brushed the thought out of her mind. Her parents had come to see their youngest daughter with her favourite thing on the earth and that was all that mattered. Afterall, the last time they had been with he while she rode was at the county fair and that was only because he father was running a stall there. She hugged her parents and told them how gratefull she was for them being here. She showed them around the yard and realised that maybe this place wasn't all too bad!