~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

[Zinnia-Hen]

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"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."

"Oh, well, I can't really help you there..." she said, before submerging her muzzle into her bucket of drinking water.

 

[MockingJay]

"If you wait long enough though," Explained the stud colt "a farmhand will come by and give you something."

 

[equinehugger3]

Bridget groaned as her best friend, Allie, slathered the last of the face mask onto her already-soft skin. "Oh, shut up, Bee," she giggled. She had started using Jake's nickname for her friend, but couldn't get over how silly it was at first. Allie was another ideal young woman; she was the owner of another perfect body, precisely tanned skin, and a beautifully sculpted face. Her blonde hair and beauty were so close to Bridget's that they were often mistaken as sisters, sometimes even twins. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap tank top and pajama bottoms. Allie, Bridget's best friend since she could remember, had driven up last week and had taken over as a wedding coach. She banned any exercise ("You can't have muscle pains when you're walking down the isle," she had said. "Besides, it's not like you have a marathon coming up." "Actually, I -" "That wasn't a question, honey," Allie had interrupted smoothly), fatty foods, crying, anything that could possibly mess up Bridget's appearance.

(I'll finish later! Be right back.)

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

"If you wait long enough though," Explained the stud colt "a farmhand will come by and give you something."

"True."

 

[MockingJay]

He nodded, going back to the fence.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Suddenly, crisp new headlamps set on highest setting cut through the darkness of the night, and the vehicle that possessed the light piercing beams had its engine roar and wheels crunch the road beneath it, breaking the silence. Once submerged into a lit area, a brand new silver Toyota Tundra with an old, yet polished trailer toted behind it was revealed.

 

[MockingJay]

He snorted tossing his head, he emitted a low nicker.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

He snorted tossing his head, he emitted a low nicker.

A black Quarter Horse mare poked her head through an opened window on the trailer, and responded with a nervous snort.

 

[MockingJay]

"Who are you?"

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

"Who are you?"

"Rio Grande Classique," she said shyly. "Y-you?..."