~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

[equinehugger3]

'Ey, I won't.

 

[chickendiva25]

So, now that this thread is alive, when's Bridget's wedding?

Ahem.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Herm, well....

Creamer, who was now an older yearling, grazed out in the pasture with the other young horses. His mane was growing quite a bit longer, and his body appeared to be much more proportionate and muscular.

 

[MockingJay]

Ghost was at the corner of the pristine pasture, his dark eyes scanning for someone to sucker into giving him a treat.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Ghost was at the corner of the pristine pasture, his dark eyes scanning for someone to sucker into giving him a treat.

Lacey nickered to him. "Hungry?" she asked, pushing a spare carrot through the other side of the fence with her muzzle, for the colt to eat.

 

[equinehugger3]

Ahem.

Ah... I don't know!

Could it be tomorrow? That's my only open day for the rest of my break. D:

 

[chickendiva25]

Ah... I don't know!

Could it be tomorrow? That's my only open day for the rest of my break. D:

Sure thing! I won't have to babysit tomorrow evening, so that should work out.

 

[equinehugger3]

Ah... I don't know!

Could it be tomorrow? That's my only open day for the rest of my break. D:

Or tonight?

 

[equinehugger3]

Sure thing! I wan't have to babysit tomorrow evening, so that should work out.

Yay!

 

[MockingJay]

Quote:

"No," Ghost snorted naively, snatching up the carrot despite his attitude. Carrot freckles still stuck to his soft muzzle, the tiny orange pieces dropped to the soft grass as he spoke. "I just wanted something sweet."