I walk up to Molly's stall, extending my thin arm to pat her muzzle. The roan fae snorts and I giggle. It was like we were at home in Kentucky. I slowly walk off to grab her lead, and a saddlepad. When I returned, Sparky's Head was sticking out. He seemed much better than when I bought him. He gained some weight and I have gained some trust. I pass him and slip the latch on Molly's stall. Swinging the door so that I could attach the lead rope to her leather halter. I let her walk out and then turned her, tying the black nylon lead to her stall. Picking up the bucket that laid between the two stalls I picked out the hard bristle brush and started to groom molly. Letting the dirt particals go right and then up and over her rump. Flying down onto the floor. Today it was quiet and quite gloomy. The stall hands were forced to turn on the lights that reside in the stalls and in the isle.

When I was finished with Molly I placed the saddle pad on her back and went to grab a bridle. It was somthing to see, molly turned her head allowing her visuals to follow my movements. And sparky too, he was looking towards me. It freaked me out a bit and I kept checking over my shoulder. But nothing was there. I was wondering why they were doing that. But dissapeared into the tack room, picking up the shiny brown leather english bridle. I smiled and walked out suddenly. Giving the horses a good spook. But not intended. I walked quickly to molly's side and let my frozen hand stroke her soft pelt. She seemed to calm, and allowed me to place the bridle over her head. Latching the cheak strap and then fixing the bit. My head bent over to place a small kiss on her muzzle. I then looked up and saw the end of the barn. Then I looked back, towards Sparky. I snatched the lead rope and hooked it onto his halter. At the same time unlatching the stall and leading him out. He seemed full of energy. It was a miracle. How one weak gelding can make such a hard recovery.

Letting Sparky have his fun of prancing towards molly and perking his audits and rasing his banner. Then I grabbed the reins around molly's neck. Leading them to the outdoor arena. I wanted to let sparky come, neglecting him to ride molly seemed cruel. Exspecially after him gaining weight. It's more like a reward for me and him. Once we came apon the large oval I tied sparky to the rail by the gate, giving him enough length to pull his head back and look around. And for molly, I threw my arms on her back. and pushed my lightweight bodice onto the saddlepad. Gathering the reins into my hands, and then gently sqeezing the roans sides. Geting her into a sitting trot. The area I was in seemed deserted. No One was around except for me. I looked around again, but instead was hit with a gust of wind. I held onto molly tightly and saw that sparky was freaking a bit, pulling at the railing. I slid my hand back and forth on molly's nape. Keeping the mare calm. When the wind died down I jumped off her back and ran towards sparky. Grabbing his halter and strocking between his pools. Then moved up to his delicate ears. Rubbing them until sparked passion lowered his crown.

It was a diaster, but it ended and I seemed to take care of it. I looked in the direction that the wind came from and saw the clouds. It did seem like a storm, but I knew it was only looks. I walked back to molly and mounted her again. Pushing her into a canter, Being bareback it was a calming in the mist of the storm coming. The temperatures were down and it was perfect riding conditions for me. Where I was used to riding in. I looked down at her legs to see if we had the right lead, which we did. And we seemed to circle for a few minuets. Then I slowed her, walking slowly. I let my hands free of the reins and just let molly go where she wanted. Walking around freely, trotting slowly sometimes. She was a hard mare to train and become friends with but it all paid off, even though she's still a brat. But my brat. I laughed and whistled towards sparky. Seeing his ears prick, I wanted to have fn today for some reason. But no one was here, except my horses. That could be just enough.

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finished//incomplete
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finally done, sorry for the wait.