Post by TyDy13 on Aug 11, 2007 5:26:53 GMT -5
The wind was blowing softly but evenly, and the darkening sky mixed colors for the new night and next day above Sky's head. She waked solemnly along the street, going towards the tack shop again with a wad of ads in her hand. This time for Ivory though. She wanted to be a broodmare and a halter horse, but only that. She would make an awesome mom too, and Sky wished she had the money between her and her aunt to let Ivory have foals, but they didn't. After Ivory was gone Sky's aunt promised she wouldn't have to sell any more, even though Ben was Sky's choice. The the terrain under Sky's feet changed, She looked up, and plaza where the tack shop is was right in front of her. She sighed and walked in. Again, as before, she stuck a couple ads on the bulletin board and read it over:
GORGEOUS ARABIAN MARE, 5 YO, SWEET SOUND KIND. WANTS TO BE A BROODMARE AND HALTER HORSE, NOT A RIDING HORSE. OWNER DOESN'T HAVE THE MONEY TO GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS. Please send all inquiries to Sky Davis (lostxtimesx) or look in Horses for Sale part at sweet must see mare.
Sky then turned around, opened the door, and walked out into the warm night, with the rising moon as her guardian, watching over her as she walked home.
GORGEOUS ARABIAN MARE, 5 YO, SWEET SOUND KIND. WANTS TO BE A BROODMARE AND HALTER HORSE, NOT A RIDING HORSE. OWNER DOESN'T HAVE THE MONEY TO GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS. Please send all inquiries to Sky Davis (lostxtimesx) or look in Horses for Sale part at sweet must see mare.
Sky then turned around, opened the door, and walked out into the warm night, with the rising moon as her guardian, watching over her as she walked home.
