~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

[Zinnia-Hen]

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.

You poofed. D: I demand you to come back.

 

[chickendiva25]

"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.

Annie led the two over to the gate in the fence that surrounded Summer. The mare whinnied in greeting to the new mare, and tossed her mane. "Here you go!" Annie said, opening the gate just enough for Marissa and her mare to get through. Summer stayed obediently behind the the fence.


I gotta go, bedtime.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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Aw. 3:

Marissa unclipped Breanni's halter from her face, allowing the new mare to walk off into the pasture.

 

[equinehugger3]

I'm baaack!

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Yay. ^___^

 

[MockingJay]

Ghost watched them with inquisitive blue eyes.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Quote:
Aw. 3:

Marissa unclipped Breanni's halter from her face, allowing the new mare to walk off into the pasture.


Breanni set down to graze, not straying far from her owner.

 

[equinehugger3]

Breanni set down to graze, not straying far from her owner.

"Um, ma'am, would you mind moving your horse off of the property? Guests are due soon, and I don't believe you are authorized to be her," a pleasant voice said to Breanni's owner. It was Allie, her golden skin shimmering. She was wearing a plain red sundress that matched her cherry lips. She was obviously not dressed for her role as maid of honor yet, but she was a knockout already. She absent-mindedly traced a line through the lush grass with her stiletto-clad foot.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Quote: "Your farm hand said I could be here," she said, running a hand through her red-brown hair and placing a hand on her full hips.

 

[equinehugger3]

"Your farm hand said I could be here," she said, running a hand through her red-brown hair and placing a hand on her full hips.

Allie looked at the girl, biting the inside of her cheek. She brushed a wavy lock of golden hair off her her shoulder. "We don't have any farmhands. I'm afraid you've been misinformed." "You're welcome to attend the wedding, but I must ask you to turn your horse out, and create some more room, please," she added.