~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

[Zinnia-Hen]

Quote: "Sure thing, Breanni, may I ask why your here?"
"Um, well, I'm pretty sure my owner wanted to get a new job and have me boarded here. We just got stuck in traffic and it, er, took a while," she softly replied.



"Ah, well it's nice to see you here."


"It's nice to see you too. I was alone for a week or two while my owner was looking for a new stables, so I missed having the company of other horses, yet I'm glad she was at least at my side. I don't know what I would do without her. Even if I was with other horses." She paused for a second. "Are there any more horses here?"

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Annie, meanwhile, stroked Summer's soft muzzle. She stood on the fence so she could reach the sweet mare's nose. Summer looked her owner in the eye, barely inches from the young lady's nose. Annie said things under her breath quietly to her companion, laughing at her remarks. Summer whinnied in response, almost as if she could understand Annie's tenderly spoken words. As the truck pulled into the driveway, Annie looked over with a sullen face. Annie kissed Summer's forehead quickly before hopping off of the fence and running over to the truck with the mare.

A brief second later, a college aged girl hopped out of the driver's side. She was neither skinny nor fat, but instead, curvy and flat stomached. Her skin was a light olive tone, and her hair was of dark brown with a warm red hue infused within every strand, straightened out with a curling iron. In addition to this, she had long, nicely cut bangs. The twenty year old was clothed in expensive skinny-legged flare jeans tucked into muck boots, and a dark pink hoodie underneath a sleek Columbia rain jacket. On her left nostril, was a little crystal nose piercing. "Hey," she said, upon seeing Annie. "Do you guys, by any chance, have any open space to board my horse and a farm hand job I could take? If not, it's cool."

 

[chickendiva25]

A brief second later, a college aged girl hopped out of the driver's side. She was neither skinny nor fat, but instead, curvy and flat stomached. Her skin was a light olive tone, and her hair was of dark brown with a warm red hue infused within every strand, straightened out with a curling iron. In addition to this, she had long, nicely cut bangs. The twenty year old was clothed in expensive skinny-legged flare jeans tucked into muck boots, and a dark pink hoodie underneath a sleek Columbia rain jacket. On her left nostril, was a little crystal nose piercing. "Hey," she said, upon seeing Annie. "Do you guys, by any chance, have any open space to board my horse and a farm hand job I could take? If not, it's cool."

"You'd have to ask Bridget, the owner of this farm." Annie replied. "I'm Annie." She said, smiling kindly and nodding her head in greeting. Her short, natural blonde bob bounced with the movement of her head, moving out of her heart-shaped face for a moment to reveal her sweet pink cheeks and big blue eyes.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Quote:
She nodded, her golden hazel eyes meeting hers. "I'm Marissa," she swiftly replied, with a slight nod. "Where's Bridget?"

 

[chickendiva25]

She nodded, her golden hazel eyes meeting hers. "I'm Marissa," she swiftly replied, with a slight nod. "Where's Bridget?"

"She's probably inside. But, she's getting ready for her wedding today, so I don't think it's a good idea to bother her." Annie said, looking over towards Bridget's house.

 

[equinehugger3]

Meanwhile, dozens of out of-this-town expensive trucks and cars were pulling into the designated lot. Clearly Bridget's family and friends, they stepped from their cars, their bodies clothed in designer clothes, to mingle and talk, whilst helping themselves to dainty glasses of fancy champagne and wine.

 

[MockingJay]

Ghost watched them with inquisitive blue eyes.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Quote: "Oh my god, she's having a wedding? Erm..." She looked to the cars that had just pulled in. "Do you think she would mind if I let my horse stretch her legs and get some fresh air?"

 

[chickendiva25]

"Oh my god, she's having a wedding? Erm..." She looked to the cars that had just pulled in. "Do you think she would mind if I let my horse stretch her legs and get some fresh air?"

"I'm sure she won't mind a bit! And if she does, she can blame me, not you. If you want, you can turn out your horse with my mare." Annie said kindly.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Quote:
"Thanks, that'd be great," said Marissa, before unlocking the back trailer door and leading out a beautiful black Quarter Horse mare, wearing an expensive, high-quality blanket of purple and white ankle wraps around all four legs.