Sun Bleached Ranch

[Goldie]

Twitterpate whinnied happily as she heard the whistle again. She bucked around gleefully and tossed her head. She was only an inch taller than the maximum height needed to qualify as a pony, so she was indeed a small horse. She was a bit on the tubby side, but still graceful and agile, her hooves barely touching the ground and she pranced and flicked her feet. She had the odd gate of a Paso Fino, but it was obvious she was mixed with another breed.

[Toothless]

Mikael grinned again, extending one hand to the mare. His green eyes watched the happy prancing of the horse, a beaming smile on the autistic kid's face. Perhaps this was the right place for him, despite his earlier beliefs.

[Goldie]

Twitterpate snuffled at Mikael's hand before nibbling gently on his fingers. She licked his palm and, after not finding any treats, pushed her nose into the boy's hair. She licked again and gave the dark headed teen a cowlick. She snorted, almost like a laugh of some sort.

[Toothless]

Mikael giggled, swiping at the mate with amusement, a wide smile on his face. R ruffled his hair in an attempt to fix the cowlick.

[Goldie]

Twitterpate snorted again before sticking her nose in the grass and starting to graze.

Rhett was unpacking his things in the Hurricane cabin where he had been assigned. He stretched his long arms high above his head before switching into swim trunks. He grabbed a towel and headed outside, the echos of the waves hitting the shore already pounding in his mind. The cabins were only a short walk to the beach, and a trail led right to it from the ranch yard.

[Toothless]

(Hmmm I guess a girl is needed from me lol)

[Goldie]

Lol si)

[Toothless]

(Sorry really busy right now packing)

[Toothless]

Elora Wolfsong sauntered into the Hurricane cabin, brown eyes sweeping back and forth over the room full of bunks. The Native American girl was tall and slender, as if built for some agile sport. Her hair was a chocolate brown, the same shade as her eyes; her cheekbones were high, like those of her Cherokee ancestors, her nose was straight and proud, and her skin was smooth and free of body hair. Another perk of being Native American: no shaving required.

[Goldie]

Rhett looked up, olive green eyes looking over the new girl. He blinked, noticing how her hair matched her eyes. She was pretty.
"Any bed is open. The other students aren't here yet." He said, raking his hand through his short and wavy black hair.

[Toothless]

Elora raised an eye but headed to a bed in the right corner of the room, dumping her bags onto the mattress. She prowled about, inspecting her new den.

[Goldie]

Rhett shrugged. "I'm Rhett Robbins. You?" He said, leaning against a wall. The tall and broad shouldered boy pushed his hand Iinto the pockets of his jeans while he watched her scope out the susurroundings.

[Toothless]

"Elora Wolfsong," she responded, finally satisfied with scoping out her little space in the big room. "O-se-oh."

[Goldie]

Min walked into the cabin just as Rhett opened his mouth to say something.
"Elora, you're paired with Twitterpated Love." The director said, motioning to the pasture. "She's the dun mare. Go give her a bath once you're settled; Twitter rolled in the mud earlier. Dasher is pretty filthy too Rhett." Min said before tossing them each a dark blue tshirt and bandanna. "Where the tshirts every Wednesday. Those are for games. Which will start later today to see who has to wash dishes tonight. Welcome to the ranch guy!" Min said with a half smile before lleaving.

[Toothless]

Elora snagged the t-shirt, flapping it open to peer at it for a moment. With a shrug, she dug through her belongings, grabbed her brushes and snagged the saddle she'd toted in earlier before heading towards the stables. Her dad had dropped off most of her stuff earlier; it had been a matter of situating it.