(the stable to a corral)
Royal fallowed but tugged and bucked every once and a while.
Royal fallowed but tugged and bucked every once and a while.
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(Polish?)Dakota kicked the stall wall, imagining it was Tucker's head. "Cyril doesn't know about that. No human knows about that."
Cyril looked at Alice. "We'll have to get Nymph out of here, or we won't be able to work with either of them."Rosalyn nickered , watching the humans, then moved closer to Nymph.
Alice moved over to Nymph after grabbing a bit of hay. She made a quick rope halter from the coil she had grabbed before coming out this morning.. She offered the hay to Nymph so that the mare would have to put her head in the halter to get it. "Come on girl, let's get you inside." she said gently(Polish?)
Cyril looked at Alice. "We'll have to get Nymph out of here, or we won't be able to work with either of them."
Nymph still hadn't moved. This was the man who'd been giving her the endless dried grass to eat. If he meant her harm, she didn't think he would be feeding her. (strange horse logic)
For now, Cyril was watching Alice and Nymph.Alice moved over to Nymph after grabbing a bit of hay. She made a quick rope halter from the coil she had grabbed before coming out this morning.. She offered the hay to Nymph so that the mare would have to put her head in the halter to get it. "Come on girl, let's get you inside." she said gently
Rosalyn watched Cyril
"He knows I hate being locked up," Dakota said. She tried poking her muzzle through the bars to nibble the handle. She could, but the lock on the door wouldn't give.Tucker snorted. " Doesnt mean he cant see you actin up. "
Alice smiled as she put the halter over Nymph's ears. She reached to grab another handful of hay to lead the mare out with "She has a good appetite, once she has her foal, we can really get working with her. Teach her to let me ride her"For now, Cyril was watching Alice and Nymph.
A sucker for food, Nymph poked her head willingly into the halter simply to nibble the hay out of Alice's hand. The paint chewed slowly, glancing over at Rosalyn. "These things don't mean us any harm."
The buffet of feed had quickly convinced the starving, near-death mare of that.
West Wind looked over to Dakota "Behave and you will get out again" She offered"He knows I hate being locked up," Dakota said. She tried poking her muzzle through the bars to nibble the handle. She could, but the lock on the door wouldn't give.