Come Along For A Ride, Won't You? ((OPEN))

[AppleJacks967]

I strapped my saddle onto General's back. Pushed the bit into his mouth, and buckled the straps. I hopped up on his back, and we took off at steady canter. The wind blowing through my beautiful brunette hair. General's ear pirked forward looking like a perfect horse. We jumped a log, which a snake slithered out from. General spooked a bit, but I quickly calmed him down. We went on.

We slowed back down to a loose walk. I patted General on his neck, and we walked on. I was new to this place dubbed Whispering Sycamores. Was a beautiful place I must admit, much better than my last. I miss my old mare, Cryptic Codes, but I had a better horse. General had taken me so far. I glanced over the land, seeing if others were near.

[Maggie]

A saddle was swung over a nice looking Buckskin pony, a girth was tightened onto the horse. Layla Livaland buckled her helmet strap and zippered her coat up higher as a cold gust of wind and snow flew down the isle of the main barn. She shuttered then took the bridle that was slung over her shoulder and waited until Monte the buckskin opened his mouth obediently and she slid it over his head then securred the straps.

Clip clops made their way down the isle. It was only horse and rider as she came to the end of the barn she looked outside to see if anyone was around, cars parked out in the gravel parking lot were the only idication that their were people on the property. Monte flared his nostrils as he suddenly realised they were going for a ride, his auds pirked forward and back as Layla led him over to the outside mounting block and lifted her self into the saddle. The buckskin pranced in place a little then settled down feeling her weight on his sturdy back. She patted him quietly on the shoulder then checked her stirrups and reins before cueing the buckskin to walk down the road.

Ten minutes or so later they were on the way down a forest path that led to the Sycamore Trails. Horse and rider were speechless as they walked down the snow covered path. Bare trees stood in line down the old overgrown road. Fresh hoofprints could be seen over the topped off almost 2 inch layer of snow. Only large pines still held their neetles but the famous Sycamores were bare as could be with deer markings layed on their bark. Layla picked up the slack that she had left in the reins tightening them as she knew if they started trotting now it would get the pony in shape for this upcoming christmas time show. She squeezed slightly giving the pony direction then sat to the rythm of the ponies stride.

She brought him through his paces down the path, once they trotted for around two minutes she urged him into a steady canter. Now down with the works she gave him the reins as she sat back and relaxed, looking at the familar trail surroundings. Monte sighed contently as he took in the scents and surroundings. She smiled giving a firm rub on the ponys shoulder rewarding him for his good behavior. Oakridge here we come!