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Post by The Black Rose on Dec 28, 2006 1:59:02 GMT -5
Flyte was talking complete nonsense to the filly as she walked into the field. She was just trying to comfort her. When they got into the field she smiled at Ebony.
"You have to like it here. Nothing to be afraid of."
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Post by Rach on Dec 28, 2006 2:01:53 GMT -5
Ebonys ears flicked towards flyte as she spoke. She liked it here it was green and sunny and nice. She kicked up her back legs in a playful buck and whinnied
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Post by The Black Rose on Dec 28, 2006 2:09:43 GMT -5
"I wish I could let go of you, Ebony." Flyte sighed. "Just wait until I can ride you. It'll be so much fun. We'll race people across this field, and we'll beat them, won't we?" She smiled at the filly, then picked a strand of grass and stuck it in-between her teeth.
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Post by Rach on Dec 28, 2006 8:01:09 GMT -5
Ebony gave another little buck and then listened to Flyte talk. She was also dreaming ahead to when they would race people and win by miles and miles. She lay down on the grass and sighed
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Post by The Black Rose on Dec 28, 2006 16:53:49 GMT -5
Flyte sat down besides her and ran her fingers through Ebony's short mane.
"We'll have so much fun. I just have to train you." She sighed and then smiled. "But we'll get through. You'll have to get used to the arena, though. I'll wait until your older until we do that again."
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Post by Rach on Dec 29, 2006 1:35:48 GMT -5
Ebony looked at flyte as she spoke. Her little ears perked to make sure she catches every word. Ebony wanted to be great. she just did not like the arena
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 1, 2007 20:36:26 GMT -5
Flyte stood up slowly and brushed the grass of her jeans. She then looked down at the filly and tilted her head.
"Let's see how much you know. Come on, you have to get up first." She laughed.
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Post by Rach on Jan 5, 2007 2:54:15 GMT -5
Ebony watched Flyte get up and then scrambled to her feet. She shook all over like a dog and then flicked her tail. She watched a butterfly fly around in the field
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 7, 2007 16:36:02 GMT -5
Flyte paused to rub her neck quickly,
"Trot, do you know trot?" She asked, clicking her tongue softly, then tugging gently on the lead rope and started half walking, half jogging away.
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Post by Rach on Jan 14, 2007 7:16:09 GMT -5
Ebony watched flyte and hoped she could do what flyte was asking of her. she just wanted to please flyte. She began to trot and lifted her knees high, her head was up and proud. she whinnied as she went trotted
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 14, 2007 23:41:39 GMT -5
"Good girl." Flyte grinned and scratched her ear. "How am I going to train you? I'll be using the whole time telling you how cute and good you are!" She laughed. But it really was a problem if the filly was scared of the arena. But she'd do it somehow. Maybe Past could help, even though Ebony still had to meet the Haflinger.
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Post by Rach on Jan 15, 2007 2:37:35 GMT -5
Ebony stood letting Flyte scratch her ear. she loved being called a good girl. She was happy she had done what Flyte wanted her to do. She shook a fly from her nose and watched a butterfly fly around the feild. she wished she could be off this lead and chase it
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Post by The Black Rose on Jan 15, 2007 2:46:23 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, but I have to keep you on the lead." Flyte whispered to Ebony, as if knowing what the filly was thinking. "I can't risk you running away and getting hurt, or something. It stinks, I know. I know what it's like to be caged and limited."
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Post by Rach on Jan 15, 2007 2:48:40 GMT -5
Ebony looked from Flyte to the butterfly she trotted in place and tossed her head. She stared into Flyte's eyes and then wiggled her little black tail.
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