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Aimee&Anaya
"If you climb in to the saddle, be ready for the ride."
Aimee had been up since early hours this morning, going around her usual stable hand jobs; mucking out the horses, feeding them, brushing them and letting them out in to their pastures. This was something the young lass had gotten use to, being here since she was younger and helping out, left her rather experienced in what she was doing. And it didn't take her half as long as it use to. Many would see what she done as a little off, city folk and all, although, she actually liked what she done. Getting down and dirty didn't bother the lass. She wasn't like most lasses, whom fussed about their appearance too much, nor was she bothered about getting dirty. Many would refer her as a 'tom boy' but that wasn't true either. She's just devoted to what she does, and will try everything, no matter what. Aimee was a big help around the stables, and often took on the slightest job, hoping to get everything out of the way, this giving her time to see the new brumby, Anaya, she had recently brought in. She was a stubborn mare. One which had threw her off several times, but this didn't scare her. Many times of being bitten, kicked and bucked off left the lass somewhat fearless of what may happen in the environment of a stable. Nothing she hadn't already handled. All that was left for her to do was let a few more equines in to the pastures, then she'd be on her way.
Anaya remained in the round pen, where most wild horses were kept upon capture. This prevented them from growing agitated and frightened in the stables, which may cause them to injured the property and most importantly themselves. For the past few days the large mustang had been charging in circles, bucking, rearing and neighing in attempt to get ones attention, or hopefully break free. The black horse came to a sudden halt, kicking up the sand beneath her hooves. Shuffling back slightly, she'd push her front off of the ground, raising herself in to the air and kicking out with piercing neighs. Her efforts getting her no where though, she still remained confined in her pen. Bobbing her head up and down, the mare began to snort, charging in circles once more, but at a slower pace, her tail flicking out behind her as she kicked out at the fence now and then. Sand clouds forming, but quickly being blown away by the light breeze which blew over the ranch. Suddenly, the banging of the fence and 'clang' of a chain caused the mare to halt, backing herself up ever so slightly in to the back of the pen, her eyes forward, locked on the familiar figure of a woman standing at the fence, looking through at her. Anaya stopped her somewhat crazy antics and took a step forward, pawing at the ground and nodding her head, snorting and grunting. Until she came to a hush.
Approaching the gate, the brunette noticed the mare pacing once more, appearing rather frustrated with being in the pen. Letting out a soft sigh, she'd stand by the fence, placing her arms on the small gapped areas and placing her head on her arms, watching the horse with amazement. She'd been watching this mare for quite some time. An amazing creature she was. And now, Aimee had managed to capture her, and possibly tame her. Although, she loved the wild side of Mustangs, and she wanted to ride her. Not break her completely. The youngster had been working with the horse for two days now, and each day she had made progress, however her wide side still shone through. Not once had the mare done anything to hurt her; bite or kick her, she'd just try and get away from her. A usual behaviour for a wild horse. Although, when seeing her in the forest, the mare approached her. Something which attracted her to the black beauty. Tilting her head as the mare stopped and backed up a little, Aimee nodded and pushed herself away from the fence, pulling off the small chain and walking in, closing the gate behind her. Standing almost in the centre of the pen, she'd hold her hand out, allowing the mare to smell it. Which she did. Reaching forward with her other hand, she'd run it down the centre of the mares head "There girl, I'm not going to hurt you..." she'd speak in a soft voice, hoping to reassure the mare.