Bridget stepped out of the Sundowner, all ready for the dance. She strode to the pasture on long, lean legs. "Now for you, buddy," She said to Wind as she patted his nose. She hooked the halter on his large head before leading him into the stable and hooking him to the cross ties. She brushed his short coat until it gleamed magnificently and french braided the dock of his tail. She tied his mane into one of those weird things.
She cleaned and shined his hooves. "Ugh," She breathed. "I feel like a show snob..." She gave Wind a treat to keep him quiet and walked to the trailer to retrieve her tack. She walked back into the stable coughing at the dust. She hung up the bridle and saddle pad before setting the saddle on a saddle rack, beginning to cough uncontrollably. "
Dust...," She muttered, swiping it away with her hands. "Man, I haven't used this thing for years," She said, looking at the old saddle lovingly. She tacked up Wind with the timeless, priceless saddle and delicately embroidered saddle pad. She bridled him with the matching bridle and a snaffle. "Oh, Wind," She said with a grin. "Let's go, hottie." With a lopsided grin still plastered onto her beautiful, priceless face and mounted Wind. She looked elegant and fierce perched upon his back in the unusual style. She began to trot him toward the party, which was several miles away from where they were.
(HaHA, her costume is still unidentified, as is Wind's .
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BEWARE - Bad writing is highly possible. I'm tired.
