Post by kailen julian lowe on Jan 15, 2011 2:52:31 GMT -5
Polished black boots were just another sound in the barn. People flowed around without a care walking with and without horses. The young girl had simple grey breeches and black tank adoring her tanned body. Kailen wasn’t really a social butterfly she’d like to think she was, saying hi to people was usually all it amounted to. Blue eyes peered into a couple stalls as she passed, mind clear on which stall she was to stop at. Neon orange halter hung on the door of the stall in question, boots stopping right at the stall door. Tanned fingers reached in at the black and white painted draft horse. Petting her gelding’s neck her fingers traced the name plate on his stall door. ‘Prince of Thieves’ her prize, her life. Grabbing the neon halter from the stall door the young woman stepped into the stall, petting the gelding’s large face, checking over his braids for a moment before placing the halter on his painted face. The girl glanced out into the shed row before leading her horse out of his stall. Stout thick gelding followed her lead easy, huge hooves clipping rhythmically on the cement floor.
White feathering covered the horse’s large hooves as he walked, flowing around his feet with a sort of grace. Black forelock braided neatly in the center of his white blaze, black and white braided back in a sort of French braid, black tail braided yet still almost touching the ground. He was a sight for sure, as not many gypsy vanner horses were around the Americas. A small draft horse missing everything but the height. Seemed like a rare beauty to be seen in just any barn. Reaching an open cross tie the pair stopped, girl dropping the neon lead and clipping the ties to the gelding’s halter. Smiling at him slightly as he blue eyes looked over his rather clean body. Prince was such a girl, he liked being clean which was a very good thing for the amount of white on him. The girl pet his nose then turned and disappeared into the tack room, coming back after a couple minutes with two brushes his dressage saddle a neon orange pad and full bridle. Setting the tack on racks her tanned fingers gripped the soft body brush. Running the brush slowly over the entire of his thick body. Finishing his body she slowly moved around him, picking each of his large shod hooves one by one. Grabbing the other brush, which was more like any normal hair brush she would use for herself she brushed the dirt out of his feathered feet. Standing up once again the girl set the brush on the gelding’s large rump, moving her nimble fingers slowly through his braided tail trying to cause the least knotting possible. After the black tail flowed out in an easy wave she slowly took the brush through it. Thick and long the gelding’s black tail just about reached the ground where he stood.
Kailen was definitely one to take her time. Slowly moving up to the patient horse’s mane. Taking out the braid just as slowly the girl did the same, once the braid was out she ran her fingers through it once before brushing it out slowly. Fingers entangling in the black and white waves of his long mane. Her feet slowly moved up to the horse’s face, taking the long black braided forelock in her fingers. Slowly untangling it. Blue eyes looking right at the long forelock as she hummed quietly to herself and the gelding. Taking the brush once again to his long hair, brushing through it with her fingers before calling her work done. Setting the brushed down the young girl picked up the neon pad, setting it easily on his short back. Turning back to the polish black dressage saddle she placed it over the pad. Pulling down the girth and slowly cinching it up. A thought to herself before turning around and disappearing back into the tack room again. The young girl returned with four bright neon orange polo wraps. Leg by leg the young girl slowly wrapped the gelding’s thick legs in the bright wraps. Now they looked kind of stupid yet not at the same time. Feather’s wrapping easy under the neon polo’s, sticking out at the bottom with a bit of flare. The girl stood after all four legs were complete, giggling to herself a moment at the horse. ”Oh Prince, those wraps are not you.” Her southern voice spoke softly and smoothly as she pet the gelding’s neck slowly.
