Sun Bleached Ranch

[Toothless]

Mikael stepped into the dim light of the stables, blinking a few times as his vision adjusted to the sudden lack of light contrasting from the bright sun. He swept his gaze across the stalls, meeting the brown gaze of some colt as it hung its head over the stall door. The horse swung its head in Mikael's direction, watching him with a curious expression. The white diamond-like shape on the colt's forehead was clear against the natural dark bay of his coat. Its gaze was intelligent, watching the fifteen-year-old as Mikael wandered over. The little plaque on the horse's stall door read 'BREGO' in brilliant letters.

[Goldie]

"So, you came to the stables first." Min's voice said. She had followed the only two that had come to the stables. "That blue Arabian mare is my personal horse. Her stable name is Bruiser. Her colt's name is Double Phobia." The young director rubbed her mare's ears. "We'll pair up students with horses when we assign cabins." Min looked at Mikael watching the colt. "You can pet him, he won't bite." She said assuringly "We would have a warning tag next to his name plate if he did."

[Toothless]

Brb

[Goldie]

kk

[Toothless]

[sorry packing for Europe x.x]

Mikael still looked wary, but stretched out one hand as a sort of offering for the massive beast. Brego pushed his nose into the boy's hand, warm breath tickling between Mikael's fingers, drawing a soft laugh out of the boy. He visibly relaxed, the tension flooding from his shoulders, a light-hearted look filling his gaze.

[Goldie]

Min smiled. "I think you and Brego should be paires up. That ok with you?" She asked Mikael "He'll be your responsibility to look after while your here."

[Toothless]

Mikael nodded inaudibly, stepping back to turn his green eyes to the camp director. Were they going to be assigned cabins, now? He was tired, and wanted to scope out whatever room he was giving to establish his territory. Because Mikael had Asperger's Syndrome, he didn't do well with people getting in his space and messing with his stuff.

[Goldie]

"Brego belongs to the Tide Pool cabin, see the light blue halter he's wearing? The Tide Pool Cabin is the one closest to the stable. Go on and pick your bunk." Min said, patting Mikael on the shoulder. "Aislyn, you're in Tide Pool too."

[Toothless]

Mikael nodded, slipping away. Excitement and anxiety boiled in his belly but he ignored it as he fetched his bags and entered his designated cabin, heading for the bunk in the furthest corner. It was lit by the window just above it, a quiet little spot amongst the insanity of life. He plopped down on the bed and staked his claim.

[Goldie]

Aislyn plunked her bags down on the bed opposite Mikael's. She began putting her clothes into the small dresser at the end of the bed. She finally flopped down onto the bed, sinking down into the soft comforter. She closed her clear blue eyes for what seemed like a moment before barely audible snores started.

[Toothless]

Mikael raised an eyebrow, watching Aislyn for a long moment. The boy finally turned to peer out the window, watching the horses that were free of the barn graze and plod along the pasture.

[Goldie]

A stocky dun mare pranced along the pasture fence. A light blue halter sat on her full face, the sun glinting off of the name plate on the nose band. Twitterpated Love was enjoying her time outside in the sun. The past few days had beem full of thunder and rain, so the horses had been kept inside. Since the rain had cleared up the horses were now able to roam in the large pasture, and Twitterpate was taking advantage of the mud puddles located throughout the field. Her once cinnamon colored coat was now amuck with mud and grime.

[Toothless]

Mikael's expression softened when he caught sight of another horse - a mare, he guessed, by the sleeker appearance. He grinned, noticing the mud and dirt caking the horse's coat, but it looked like she was having a ton of fun. He flicked open the window, releasing a soft whistle in the mare's direction.

[Goldie]

Twirterpate paused, ears catching the whistle. She flicked her ears and whinnied. She didn't understand where the whistle came from! She whinnied again, stomping her hoof when the whistle didn't come again.

[Toothless]

Mikael released another low, keening whistle, pitching the sound a little bit higher. Grinning, he swung off the bed and raced out of the cabin as fast as he could, heading for the pasture fence as he released one more whistle.