lets take a stroll;;

[~|Nevvy|~]

The sun filtered through the branches and the dust motes, reaching down and wrapping Andrea in a warm hug. Snorting could be heard from the steed under her, but it wasn’t like he was working hard. He wasn’t working at all. Waves lapping against a shoreline could be heard in the near distance, and she knew they could possibly be close to their destination. Pulling up the strap on her black tank top, she guided the ebony stallion down the trail at a comfortable walk. Birds flitted in between trees and bushes, but they kept on their trail. At some point Andi was going to have to find a job and a home, but until then, why not have some fun? She knew her adoptive parents would think that she was being irresponsible, especially being so far from home, but the Southern girl did not care. She needed to get away and create her own storybook, her way.

The slow pace was annoying and with just a small nudge in his sides they were off, blond bangs whipped off her forehead as they galloped down the path, leaping over a log that was just a small obstacle on their way to freedom. C’mon Ire, faster! She urged, bending a little farther forward, the fire within her smoldering as she knew his was too. He obliged happily, hooves plunging into the moist Earth. Giving him his head, he put in his all as they crossed through the edge of the forest and straight toward the lake, spooking a flock of geese. All of a sudden there was a jerk and Ire was to the side as the birds took flight, honking their insults at being interrupted in their daily snooze. Entangling her fingers into his mane to keep from making the sudden drop to the ground, Andi laughed, Aww, is wittle Ire fwightened of big scary geese? She teased, patting his neck as he started to calm down, keeping to the edge of the forest where no big scary geese were. Maybe. The 16.3 hh stallion wasn’t afraid of nothin’, thank you very much. Okay, kitty cats, but they have claws! She tugged on the rein, taking him toward the lake again. His steps were agitated, and he fought at the rein to go back toward the forest, but she was just as stubborn, if not more. Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no…who was going to win? Finally, a sigh was emitted. The tree branches let a breeze float through them, making it comfortable as the waves lapped against the stallion’s legs as they just stood there. See, that wasn’t so bad…you little chicken shit.

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