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Post by Cass Winchester on Jul 13, 2012 8:11:50 GMT -5
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive now i only waste it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] DREAMING OF YOU
The world was a symphony. A million creatures played to the same tune, united in their love of life. The deep, thrumming bass line came from the toads, lazing contentedly at the side of a pond. Their squat bodies reverberated with the power of their song. The birds, perched overhead in the canopy, played the melody; a clear, joyful loop of sheer jubilation. It was achingly beautiful, the way such tiny creatures could produce such an exquisite noise. A staccato drum beat played unobtrusively in the background, a mere afterthought in the grand orchestra, yet it still sounded right. The source of the noise was obscured by the trees; thickly clustered pines allowed brief glimpses, but nothing more than that.
Suddenly, the trees parted into a small pathway. The horse that emerged was splashed chestnut and ivory, and walked with a refined elegance. His rider sat lightly atop him, keeping a gentle contact on the reins and peering forward into the forest. Her large, blue eyes were starkly contrasted by the paleness of her complexion. Framing her face, her dark brown curls rested on her shoulders, bouncing slightly with the motion of her horse. "Good boy, Chicago," She murmured, stroking the Saddlebred's neck affectionately.
Cass clicked her tongue and nudged Chicago up into a canter. After working him in the arena, she always liked to take him out for a more relaxed ride. They both appreciated the beautiful sights and sounds that nature provided, and nowhere were these virtues more present than in the Keyhole Hills. Chicago's ears flickered forward as he noticed a jump up ahead; a fallen log, about 3ft tall - nothing too daunting. His pace quickened, and he let out a whinny. "Steady, boy," She murmured. Although he was was a very promising young horse, Chicago did tend to be a bit full of himself, and often needed reminding that he wasn't invincible. After a snort of disagreement, the gelding submitted and slowed his canter. Three strides, two strides, one stride - Chicago took off. His powerful back legs contracted and released, sending him soaring in a wide arc through the air. Cass leant down over his neck and thrust the reins forward, allowing him to use his head. As his front hooves touched down, Cass began to sit up, preparing to ride away.
As they galloped away from the jump, Chicago threw a small buck - clearly excited by the atmosphere. Not wanting to let him get into bad habits, Cass squeezed on the reins and slowed him down to a trot. "If you're gonna be cheeky, I'll make you walk," She threatened, although she was still grinning.
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Post by CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI on Jul 13, 2012 12:03:04 GMT -5
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Finally, he had some time to relax. The competition was over and he and Taffy had placed third in their class, a remarkable feat since he'd barely had time to ride her before the event. He'd declined a managerial position so he'd have more time to spend with his two horses, but it seemed choosing to be an instructor had yielded the same results. When Chris had gotten some time to himself, he worked with Fifi, his feisty and promising Quarter Horse yearling. Silver Taffeta, affectionately called Taffy in the barn, had suffered the most. Chris had been having his top students ride her (she needed an extremely soft seat and quiet hands), but it hadn't been the same. Maybe if he'd taken taken her out to the cross country course more than just the once, they would have received either second or first. Oh well, he thought ruefully, I'll know better next time. Taffy's proficiency in cross country had been what saved the pair of them he knew, and she deserved a treat. Between lessons and paperwork, he'd gone to her stall in the main barn to take her out for a quick trail ride. The grulla Warmblood eyed him calmly as he groomed and tacked her up. Her ground manners were perfect, which was such a stark contrast to Fifi's fidgeting and nipping, but hopefully it was just because of her young age.
Once the pair had made it to the trail, Chris gently squeezed Taffy into a medium trot. He'd chosen the Keyhole Hills trail because he'd heard how beautiful the scenery was, and more importantly, there were tons of obstacles he and Taffy could practice with. The sunlight dappled the pair as they continued through the woods, shading them both from the harsh Virginia summer sun. Taffy stretched her neck out, nostrils flaring as she took in all the new sights and smells. As he gathered his reins up, and shifted his weight slightly forward, Taffy immediately picked up an extended trot. Chris smiled to himself at her responsiveness. He really was lucky to have such a stellar horse, in and out of the ring. There were a few small obstacles along the trail, mostly fallen logs that Taffy jumped effortlessly. When they came to a substantially larger log, somewhere around three feet, Chris felt the mare tense up with excitement. "What do you say, Taffy?" He murmured, turning her back around in a wide circle and asking her canter. Taffy tossed her head and plunged forward in a smooth canter, and leapt over the log in perfect style. Grinning as they landed, Chris slowed the mare to a trot. Taffy dropped her head and pinned her ears momentarily to signify her displeasure at being slowed down, but did as he'd asked. They rode on for a while at a spirited trot, until Taffy let out a high pitched whinny, ears pricked forward eagerly. "What are you so excited about? Chris wondered out loud, as the mare whinnied again, louder this time.
As they rounded a bend, he saw what had gotten Taffy so excited. A slim brunette girl was riding a chestnut tobiano just ahead of them. He recognized the horse from the competition, although he didn't think they'd competed in the same class. "Behind you," he called in his southern accent, to the tobiano's rider. Chris was fairly certain they'd heard his mare's whinnies, but he didn't want to take them by surprise.
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Post by Cass Winchester on Jul 14, 2012 5:29:08 GMT -5
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive now i only waste it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] DREAMING OF YOU
As they progressed through the winding trails worn into the hillside, Cass noticed a change in Chicago's step. He was a naturally forward going horse, but the way in which he was springing around was a bit out of character. "What's up?" She murmured, stroking his neck in an attempt to soothe him. His ears swivelled around on top of his poll, trying to locate a sound that Cass herself couldn't hear. Confused, she turned around in the saddle, looking over her shoulder to see if she could pinpoint what was causing him to act like this.
Soon enough, Cass gave up looking and squeezed her gelding's barrel , encouraging him to walk on. Rather than following her commands, Chicago did the exact opposite and began to reverse; tucking his head in to his chest to stop her from controlling his head. Cass cursed softly under her breath, and gave him a more forceful nudge with her lower leg. Resigning to her authority, the Saddlebred let out a long sigh and began to walk forward. "Oh I know, life is so hard, isn't it?" Cass chuckled, ruffling his mane affectionately.
A loud noise from behind her caused Cass to intake a sharp breath, jumping slightly in the saddle. Sensing her nervousness, Chicago spun in a tight circle, coming to face whatever had made the noise. "I thought you were a bear or something!" Cass breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed that it was just another rider, and allowed herself to chuckle at her own nervous disposition. She smiled warmly at him, grateful for his warning. The man spoke with a soft Southern accent, and had a broad, well muscled build. His tanned skin - quite a contrast to her lily-white complexion - made it clear that he worked outside a lot. There was an open, honest quality to his face, which let Cass relax her posture a little. "So then, stranger. What's your name?" She had a suspicion that she had seen him before; perhaps at a show. "I'm Cass." She prompted, observing him with her light blue eyes which were currently the size of saucers.
This time of day was almost beautiful. It was the gap in between day and night, were the sun was low in the sky, but still very much present. The sunlight filtered through the canopy above, creating a mottled golden transfer across the forest floor. Birdsong occurred at a much lower frequency than at midday; the almost head-ache inducing cacophony of squawks and shrills was replaced by a beautiful chorus which sounded intermittently. The thick summer heat also died down at this time of day, and the tree's ample cover provided a cool, quiet atmosphere for riding. Clearly, she wasn't the only one to enjoy riding at this time of day.
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Post by CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI on Jul 15, 2012 17:57:40 GMT -5
 CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI[/SIZE][/COLOR] 26 | Main Barn Instructor | Straight | Single [/size][/color] A LOOK FROM YOU AND I WOULD FALL FROM GRACE[/color][/center] [/b] He soothed the mare. At his deep voice, the grulla subsided into a resigned walk. He praised her by giving her her head, knowing she wouldn't abuse the privilege. Sure enough, although her ears were still trained intently on the pair in front of them, Taffy stretched her neck out and remained at the same pace. Suddenly, the paint horse whirled to face them, revealing one of the prettiest women he'd ever seen. Her face was flushed as she spoke to him, but she seemed to relax when she realized it was just him and Taffy, and not in fact a bear. Her smiled at her chuckle, noticing the way the laughter spread over her face like sunlight. She was extremely pale, although a lot of people were compared to him, with wide blue eyes, complimented by dark brown hair that fell a bit past her shoulders. He had definitely seen her at the show, Chris realized suddenly, he'd admired the gentle yet authoritative way she'd handled her horse on the cross country course. Briefly he wondered how she'd done in the competition. Surely such a talented rider had done well. "I'm Chris, and this noisy mare here is Taffy," He smiled again, "Nice to meet you, Cass." He nudged Taffy up closer to the other pair, letting the two horses sniff at each other from a distance before he got any closer. She snorted happily, eyeing the other horse. "Are you a boarder at Foxtail?" He asked curiously. After all, this was a Foxtail trail from what he understood, and he hadn't seen Cass at any of the staff meetings thus far. [/ul][/font][/size][/color] -----------------------------------------
HORSE: SILVER TAFFETA. // TAGGED: CASS. // NOTES: SUPERNATURAL FANS UNITE! // CREDIT! BELLA DOESN'T OWN A SWAN ? @ CAUTION, BBY. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Cass Winchester on Jul 16, 2012 5:57:19 GMT -5
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive now i only waste it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] DREAMING OF YOU
In typical Chicago-style, the paint gelding had thrusted his head high up in to the air and was inhaling deeply through his nostrils. A wild look had entered his eye, and he tossed his head while producing a high, keening whinny. He was just one of those geldings that thought he was still a stallion, and Cass couldn't bring herself to tell him otherwise. She leaned forward and affectionately scratched his poll, and to this he let out of a snort of appreciation and lowered his head. Sitting back in the saddle, Cass went back to observing the man. A smile lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched how he behaved with his horse; it was clear that they were a strong partnership. Cass was a firm believer that you could tell a lot about a person in how they acted with their horse, and without even speaking to him, she was beginning to warm to her new company.
As he spoke again, Cass found herself revelling in the Southern twang to his voice. Having come from England, she was used to her own British accent, and she had to admit that Chris's was certainly the nicest she had heard since coming to America. In fact, he was also the most handsome -- Cass abruptly broke off this chain of thought as she felt a hot blush creep into her cheeks. This is why I hate being pale. She thought, cursing the glaringly obvious contrast between her lily-white skin and the reddy blush that was sure to come. Trying to avoid her entire face flushing with colour, Cass glanced down at the top of her saddle with an embarrassed smile. "It's my pleasure, Chris," She replied, looking up to meet his eyes. Oh god, his eyes. Cass looked back down at her saddle again, grateful for the meeting of the two horses which provided a small distraction. Chicago stretched his neck out, bumping the mare's muzzle with his own. As they seemed to be getting on well, Cass walked Chicago into position next to Chris and Taffy, making conversation a little easier. "Yeah I do - I thought I'd seen you around," She replied, grinning happily. "I think I saw you at the competition, too. Cross country, right?" She asked, finding herself having to look up to meet Chris's eyes. Taffy stood a couple of inches taller than Chicago, and even when mounted, it was clear that Chris was a good deal taller than Cass. Standing at just 5"3, it wasn't exactly uncommon. She swept a lock of hair behind her ear, a slightly nervous action, and then glanced back up at Chris.
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Post by CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI on Jul 16, 2012 11:32:03 GMT -5
CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI [/SIZE][/COLOR] 26 | Main Barn Instructor | Straight | Single [/size][/color] A LOOK FROM YOU AND I WOULD FALL FROM GRACE[/color][/center] [/i] friendly today. But he held firm, deep in the saddle, fingers gently squeezing the reins to keep contact with the impatient mare's mouth. Frustrated, she chomped the bit and snorted, shifting her weight from side to side. When the gelding whinnied at her, she answered him with a few excited snorts. If he didn't know better, he'd say they were flirting. Chris' keen eyes caught the subtle movements of the tobiano's rider, and the effortless way she quieted her excitable gelding. Maybe it was just an excuse to look at her longer, but he didn't linger on the thought. She'd spoken again, in that soft British lilt that was damn near entrancing. She seemed embarrassed, and suddenly Chris became nervous. Had he done something to make her uncomfortable? He watched as a flush of color crept up her pale neck and spead over that beautiful face. Quickly, he changed the subject to save either of them from further embarrassment. "Yep, that was Taffy and I," He affirmed. Chris nudged Taffy closer to the gelding, and she responded eagerly, touching her nose to his and whuffling in greeting. Once again, he reflected on how nice it was to have at least one friendly, well behaved horse. "How did you guys do?" He asked, gesturing towards her and and her chestnut gelding. Since Taffy and the gelding seemed to be getting along swimmingly, he watched as Cass moved him effortlessly next to them. He smiled, finally aware of the difference in height. He'd seen she was small, but now that he got a good luck in comparison to him, he realized she was tiny. Usually, Chris leaned towards taller women, but he found Cass' petite size fitting for her, and therefor endearing to him. He wondered if she felt the same about his height... But no, he couldn't go down that path (just yet). Ya just met her, he mentally chided himself, no need to go spouting poetry. [/ul][/font][/size][/color] -----------------------------------------
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Post by Cass Winchester on Jul 17, 2012 5:11:08 GMT -5
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive now i only waste it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] DREAMING OF YOU
Despite his façade, Cass could tell that Chicago was as tightly wound as he had been earlier. Beneath her, she could feel that every muscle beneath his coat was tensed, contracting and releasing every now and then when she squeezed the reins. She wrapped her legs around his barrel and maintained her contact on the reins, trying to remind him that she was still there, and that his charade of being calm wasn't fooling her. Even though he was a gelding and would never sire a foal, he still turned into a quivering mess whenever a mare was in close proximity. The same, she supposed, could be said about herself and men.
Cass furrowed her brow, trying to remember where she had placed in the competitions. "Hmm.." She murmured. Competing wasn't incredibly important to her; it was good fun, and she enjoyed doing it, but the welfare of her horses was her top priority. "Well, I'm 3rd the rider rankings at the moment, I think..." Cass chuckled lightly at her forgetfulness; Chris must have thought she was a complete scatterbrain. "What about you, Chris?" She glanced up at him, moving her eyes but not her head to avoid looking in to the sun. Chicago began to trot on the spot, and Cass noted - with some annoyance - that she had been trying to get him to perform this exact movement in the school as a piaffe and he had acted as if it was impossible. "Do you mind if we walk and talk, Chris? Chicago has deluded himself into thinking he's a stallion." Cass chuckled, smiling back at the man as Chicago took it upon himself to begin walking forward. As if remembering his manners, Chicago turned around to face the pair, and whinnied excitedly. Almost like he was trying to encourage them to come along, he began to toss his head and snort. Cass wondered absentmindedly if he and Taffy were actually communicating; perhaps his daft behaviour was actually a very serious conversation between the two. Chuckling at this thought, Cass let go of the reins and wrapped her arms around the gelding's neck, hugging him affectionately. The sweet scent of hay and fresh grass lingered on his coat, and she buried her face in to the soft fur. After planting a kiss on the side of his neck, she sat back up in the saddle.
Suddenly feeling the need to stretch her legs, Cass removed her feet from the stirrups and reached down to cross them over the front of the saddle. Besides, she needed to work on her seat, and as annoying as working without stirrups could be she knew that it would benefit her in the long run. Almost immediately, Chicago threw a small buck - it was almost like he was trying to keep her on her toes. Cass began to laugh, and grumbled her annoyances half-heartedly at the gelding. "You're such a bully!" She groaned, smiling down at Chicago, who had turned to face her with a mischievous glint in his eye.
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Post by CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI on Jul 19, 2012 21:31:32 GMT -5
CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI [/SIZE][/COLOR] 26 | Main Barn Instructor | Straight | Single [/size][/color] A LOOK FROM YOU AND I WOULD FALL FROM GRACE[/color][/center] [/b] He said with a smile. "I'm sure you and your gelding deserve it, so congratulations." Although she didn't seem too enthralled by her accomplishment, Chris still felt the need to tell her how excellent it was. For some strange reason, he felt absurdly proud of her. "I think I'm somewhere in the top 10, probably somewhere around 7 or 8, I can't remember. Taffy and I were a bit out of practice, and she basically saved me last competition," He confided in her, only half serious. It was true, Taffy had saved them both, but he wasn't too upset about not winning any blue ribbons. Although he was paid to help people win competitions (and he was good at it), winning wasn't necessarily his biggest motivation in life. In fact, if he had to choose between teaching and competing, it would be teaching every time. Chris found helping others learn much more gratifying than getting ribbons. Chris watched with interest as Cass' gelding performed a near perfect piaffe, a move it'd taken months to teach to Taffy. (And he was dreading having to teach Fifi eventually.) He nodded, urging Taffy into a walk next to the gelding, named Chicago. "Hasn't anyone let him into the loop yet?" Chris joked, referencing the gelding's stallion-like antics. "The poor guy deserves to know." He settled comfortably in his saddle, allowing his body to move with Taffy's swinging stride. Chris smiled to himself as Cass leaned to kiss Chicago's neck. You're a lucky guy to have those lips on you, he told the tobiano gelding mentally. As Cass crossed her stirrups over her saddle, Chris couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Whenever I make my students ride without stirrups, I get death glares. And here you are, doing it on your own." He shook his head, still chuckling. But, she had the right idea. Every instance could be used to help better your skills, so he followed suit and crossed his irons across the small pommel of his english saddle. It did feel nice to stretch his legs, he thought. Chris clapped his hands softly as Cass sat through a buck without her stirrups. "Jeeze, you should teach my equitation class," He nodded appraisingly at her impeccable balance and control. [/ul][/font][/size][/color] -----------------------------------------
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Post by Cass Winchester on Jul 24, 2012 16:03:55 GMT -5
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive now i only waste it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] DREAMING OF YOU
Cass jumped as a brightly coloured bird flew overhead, swooping gracefully in between the tree trunks before coming to rest on a spindly branch. It's scarlet feathers were incredible; much more used to the duller browns and blacks of British birds, Cass found it entrancing. Perched lightly on the branch, the bird twitched erratically, it's tiny head swivelling from side to side as it took in every aspect of the forest around it. Listening to Chris' words, Cass felt the familiar heat creeping into her cheeks. "Thank you, Chris," She murmured, glancing across at him with a bashful smile on her face. She was glad that he clearly didn't take competing too seriously; she just didn't understand the people who would push and push their horses until they reached the top. "I'm a little rusty, too. " She admitted with a smile. Although competing was exciting for both her and her horses, she preferred to just spend time out riding the trails. "I can't count on one hand the number of times Chicago put in an extra stride to help me," Cass grinned. "Maybe we should just sit there looking pretty and let them do it themselves." Cass laughed, glad to hear that she wasn't the only one who'd made errors.
Cass found herself laughing yet again as Chris commented on Chicago's apparent lack of knowledge that he was - in fact - a gelding. The man's easygoing manner and laid back humour meant that Cass felt incredibly at ease, and it wasn't often she felt that way around strangers. "You caught me - I'm just trying to show off," Cass turned to Chris and winked, chuckling as she did so. "My seat is awful at the moment, so it has to be done." She confessed with a grimace; although her seat was fine for trail riding, she had found it to hinder her balance in the show ring. "And if you think I'm good at riding, you must hail yourself as a God! She exclaimed, watching the subtly expert way with which Chris handled himself and his horse. Well, he certainly has the looks of one -- Breaking off mid-thought, Cass remembered the inevitable blushing that she would follow should she continue down that path in her mind, and satisfied herself with taking sideways glances at him when she thought he wasn't looking.
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Post by CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI on Jul 27, 2012 14:31:30 GMT -5
CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ROSSI [/SIZE][/COLOR] 26 | Main Barn Instructor | Straight | Single [/size][/color] A LOOK FROM YOU AND I WOULD FALL FROM GRACE[/color][/center] [/b] He told her, returning the smile. He chuckled along with her, shaking his head ruefully. "Yeah, well Taffy does do most of the work anyway. I'm just the hood ornament." Chris transferred his reins to one hand, leaning forward to rub Taffy's neck affectionately with the other. Yet again, he was reminded of just how lucky he was to have such a fantastic horse to call his own. "Well, you're very good at it," He joked back to her to comment about her just showing off. The more time he spent with Cass, the more he found himself enjoying her company, on a level that exceeded platonic friendship. He wasn't particularly skilled in the art of flirtation, but from her responses he gauged that he wasn't doing too badly. Maybe he was reading too much into it, but something in the soft lilt of her voice told him to keep trying. "Your seat looks pretty good from where I'm sitting," He told her, momentarily completely oblivious to the double entendre of his statement. When it hit him, he bit his lip, hoping she'd take it in stride. It may have been a freudian slip, but he hadn't meant it exactly like that. He smiled gruffly, shaking off the compliment. "I wouldn't go that far, but I appreciate it," Chris said with another rueful smile. He caught her looking at him once, when he thought she was wasn't looking. He met her eyes with a small laugh. [/ul][/font][/size][/color] -----------------------------------------
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Post by Cass Winchester on Aug 2, 2012 15:51:15 GMT -5
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive now i only waste it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] DREAMING OF YOU
Cass found herself glancing up at Chris far more frequently than she should have. Figuring she should probably think of something to occupy herself, her mind drifted back to the last time she had felt this close to a man; it seemed to her like decades ago. She and her last boyfriend had broken up a few months prior to her move to America, and her family had even asked her if that was the reason for her sudden decision to leave England. It hadn't been, or at least she didn't think so anyway, it was --- Wait a second, why was she thinking about relationships? Jesus christ, Cass, The more sensible part of her brain muttered. Get a grip. Cass scowled at the cynical thoughts which seemed to radiate from some place at the back of her consciousness. The battle between going on in her mind was cut short by Chris' gentle tones. His accent was the type that made Cass want to just listen to him speak all day. "Best looking hood ornament I've seen in a while." She admitted, dipping her head as she did so. With the sudden realisation of what she had just said, Cass cursed silently at herself. She had a habit of speaking too much when she was nervous, and had just proved this excellently.
The brunette continued listening to Chris intently, enthralled by every word spoken in his Southern accent. A smile immediately set on her lips, and she chuckled softly at his comment regarding his seat. "Thanks," She said in between her laughter. "Yours isn't too bad either." Cass winked at him, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Chicago's gentle whinny reminded her that he was still there; she had sort of zoned out, retreating into a bubble in which only her and Chris existed. Smiling, Cass reached down to stroke the gelding's neck, acknowledging his presence. He let out a satisfied whicker, and his ears pricked up at the sight ahead. The trees ahead of them were beginning to thin, and - despite her eyesight being a lot less than perfect in this light - she could just make out the outline of the stable in the distance. It would take them a fair while to get there, but Cass found herself feeling sorry that the ride would have to end; she felt as if she could talk to Chris like this forever. Her thoughts took a sombre turn, and she wondered if she would actually get to spend time like this with him again, or if her feelings that there was something there were entirely one sided.
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