Cowboys and Mustangs ~~~ Roleplay ~~~ NEW!!!!

"Probably" Alice answered to both, then looked over at the broken corral. "We'll have to fix that before too long" She smiled and entered the corral

Rosalyn nickered and moved away from her, watching warily
(oops. Cyril will end-up with two broodmares and nothing to ride)

"I'm no carpenter," Cyril admitted, holding up his hands. He followed Alice, moving off another direction once inside.

Nymph stood at what was left of Rosalyn's hay. All the paint had been doing since arriving was eating, and eating and eating. She watched the humans uneasily, but she sensed no ill-will from either of them.
 
Dakota had been in her reinforced stall for about ten minutes, and she was already feeling the jittery panic of being trapped. She stared, wide-eyed, between the bars, whinnying. "I'll be good! Let me out!"
 

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