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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 19, 2006 14:02:35 GMT -5
Flika's whole bodice shook in relief as Maraiah climbed down from her saddle. She whickered softly afterwards, watching her owner closely. She once again chomped on the bit, grinding it against her teeth, a painful sound coming from the act.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Feb 20, 2006 14:41:23 GMT -5
Maraiah sighed, slinging the bag over her shoulder as she climbed back into the saddle wearily. This time she let Flika walk through the dense forest and onto the side of the road. Thankfully there were no cars. maraiah wasn't sure how the filly would react to one if it passed by.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 20, 2006 16:07:59 GMT -5
Flika's head hung low as if exhausted, and lazily made her way back to the stables. Sighing, her whipcords danced against her hocks as she continued, daggers carrying her slowly, but dependably.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Feb 21, 2006 13:13:52 GMT -5
Upon reaching the stable, Maraiah pushed open the gate, sliding out of the saddle as she closed it behind her. She carefully removed the filly's saddle and bridle, and slapped his hindquarters softly, indicating that her stall door was open, inviting and warm.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 21, 2006 19:24:25 GMT -5
Flika snorted as she felt the slap upon her rump. Slashing her tail vigourasly, she cantered the few steps to her stall, disappearing to the shadows of the rear of the stall.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Feb 22, 2006 12:42:00 GMT -5
Maraiah smiled a little guiltily, packed away the tack and washed her hands for a quick snack before she brushed Flika's coat.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 22, 2006 18:46:12 GMT -5
Lowering her dial, Flika's nose sniffed and nudged the shavings/straw on the stall floor. Snorting, she stepped toward her water bucket, and took the last few sips that were in there, before banging her head against the bucket, causing a loud harsh noise.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Feb 23, 2006 14:23:47 GMT -5
Maraiah jumped at the noise, almost dropping the halter she was holding in her hands. Realising what it was, the girl grinned, and entered the stable, smiling cheesily. She got a fresh new bucket of water and put that down in the stable instead of the old battered one.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 23, 2006 18:19:20 GMT -5
Flika nudged Maraiah a little harshly as she sat down the fresh bucket of water. She then stuck her nose in, and drank greedily, turning her rump toward her owner.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Feb 24, 2006 16:29:08 GMT -5
The girl grinned, petting the filly's rump and carefully selecting half a dozen brushes and combs to sort out Flika's features.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 24, 2006 17:45:07 GMT -5
As Flika finished drinking, she raised her dial, turning towards Maraiah again, orbs watching her closely.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Feb 25, 2006 12:08:08 GMT -5
Maraiah picked up the first brusha nd set to work on the filly's slightly dusty pelt. She worked fast, her hand-eye coordination that of an expert, seeking out all of the hard-to-reach, ticklish places without even alerting the horse.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 25, 2006 13:05:49 GMT -5
Snorting slightly, her crown shaking to rid her cords of her dial, she relaxed. Resting a hind-limb, her eyes slowly fluttered to a close as her dial seeped lower toward the shavings on the stall floor.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Feb 26, 2006 10:14:21 GMT -5
Maraiah stroked the horse's neck with one hand absent-mindedly as she brushed most of the dust off Flika's coat. Pausing briefly to sneeze, Maraiah dropped the brush into the groom box and picked out a sharp comb to straighten out Flika's tassels.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 26, 2006 14:41:16 GMT -5
Auds pricked instantly as she heard Maraiah sneeze, she glanced at her and blew the air from her lungs in a hasty manner. (*shrugs*) She looked ahead again, auds turned back to pay attention to her owner as she groomed her.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Feb 27, 2006 13:14:58 GMT -5
Maraiah gritted her teeth as she tackled Flika's mane, for although she held Flika's tassels by the roots while she groomed, she could not help but accidentally yank some hairs painfully from the mare's neck. When she was finished, she sprang back.Oh-h, I'm sorry baby!She cried apologetically.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Feb 27, 2006 18:28:07 GMT -5
Flika snorted, wondering what her owner's fuss was about. She'd only noticed a slight tug and uncomfortable feeling (-.o lol) at her neck. Orbs glanced in Maraiah's direction, before pistons pivoted her to let her maw gently nudge the girl's arm.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Mar 1, 2006 13:39:05 GMT -5
Realising nothing was wrong, Maraiah smiled, stroking the mare's nape as she carefully washed the {{{ehh....}}} eye poop {{{ehh...}}} from Flika's beautiful eyes. She then decided to brush the tail.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Mar 1, 2006 20:18:07 GMT -5
- wow.... -
As Maraiah washed her eyes, she closed them quickly by reflex. Backing away only slightly, she looked at her, looking sad.
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