~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

At Lambridge Acres...


Bridget smiled, examining her face in the mirror. She looked angelic; even more perfect... If that was possible.
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"Oh, sweetheart, you're even more of a knockout!" Allie exclaimed, clasping her hands together. Bridget's mother, Anne, rubbed her shoulders from behind, before wrapping her daughter in a hug. Her face crumpled slightly, the smile marks in her face becoming more prominent, and her eyes brimmed with tears. "Oh, honey... I can't believe this is happening! I remember when you were the size of a football," she said, removing her arms from Bridget to demonstrate. "Oh, Mama," Bridget said with a grin, taking her mother's hands into hers. "Don't make me cry, my makeup will smudge!" she winked, her southern twang molding the words.
 
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Lol, then can they[my females] go to a paddock for mares? They're bored.
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(Sure. GIF's main pasture holds the mares that won't start cat-fights with each other
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, while stallions are kept separate in slightly smaller pastures with a gelding or two for company.)
 
Quote: "Oh, you mean Bridget Stout? Crap. Never thought I'd get to meet you," she said. "I'm Marissa Rapposelli, champion cattle sorter and cutter. If I'm annoying you, I guess I could go home for the time being, as long as my horse can stay."
 

"Naw, you're fine, I'm just stressed. Bridezilla, y'know!" she said. "I just want to make sure we keep your mare and my gelding away from each other. I heard they got into a little fight, and I can't have him damaged. He's been doin' extremely well in his training, and I don't want him hurt! But I don't doubt he wasn't a part of the fight... That little thing has got spirit!" she said. "Oh, yes, I'm Bridget Stout, soon to be Lambridge," she said with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Melissa," she said, holding out her hand. "You're welcome to stay if you'd like."
 
Quote: "They got into a fight? Geez, that's kinda odd. Sometimes she doesn't get along with non-gelded horses, so maybe that was it, although I pretty much doubt it. She's just randomly feisty at times," she said. "I'm really sorry about that. Let's definately have them kept separate in the future."

She shook her hand. "You sure about that? I don't wanna ruin your wedding, I feel bad about coming so suddenly without knowing you were having one today."
 
One of Evander's foals, a little light flaxen chestnut filly named Amira, cantered about the pasture her half-sibling and foster mother were housed in for the day.
 
Her brother, Polaris, a bay black colt, stood on a slightly elevated part of the pasture, near his foster mom. The young colts head was held high as he tried to look over at the horses in pastures farther away.
 
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Her brother, Polaris, a bay black colt, stood on a slightly elevated part of the pasture, near his foster mom. The young colts head was held high as he tried to look over at the horses in pastures farther away.


The mare nuzzled him, while Amira came charging up the hill to be with her family.
 

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