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"It was always you..."
Late September, 2014 ~ Estate of the Vinstra Warmblood horse, Norway

Every summer they left their home country Ireland to travel all the way to Norway, where a few of their relatives lived. Her parents loved the landscape and always told her that they, someday, wanted to travel back to Norway to go and live there again, just like they did before she was born. She, though, didn't understand the love they felt for the harsh, cold country. The summers were okay, although they always stayed a tad bit too long for her likings. The only counter side she absolutely adored was the facility that lived on the lands next to the little piece of land they called theirs in the summer months.And just like every other day, she hung against the fence that kept the horses from running completely free. She wore a smile on her face while she watched a small herd of young mares walking her way. One of them, a beautiful chestnut pinto, softly nudged her nose against the arm that leaned on the fence. Sophie smiled, a warm look on her face. Oh, how much she adored the four hooved animals. She slowly moved her hand and softly stroke the mare over her face, while her look again wandered of in the distance. In another meadow, separated from the mares, hidden away in the distance, she could see a small group of stallions frolicking around. It didn't took long before her eyes were caught by that same stallion again. His color became lighter and lighter as he aged and he no longer wore that warm, dark brown color over his skin, but was now filled with an almost lilac color and as she saw him her jaw almost dropped. She had fallen for the stallion last year, finding him beautiful and strong, prancing around in his personal paddock when she once visited the stables with her parents because she so badly wanted to. She had asked for his name, but the staff had told her he not yet had one, because he was one of the horses that was going to be sold between now and the next summer. She had almost forgotten about him, knowing he would probably already be gone when she would came back a year later, but he was still here, more beautiful than ever. She was caught out of her dreamy trance when she felt something wet on her cheek. She frowned and softly pulled her head back, but she smiled again when she saw it was the same pinto mare again, licking her face out of affection. It was sure that she was one of the sweetest once that roamed around the meadow. With her head filled with thoughts she gave the mare a quick kiss and left her with the others again, making her walk back home again.She doubted and twisted her mind around it, her head filled with questions, her gaze blurred with love. She so much desired to have one to call her own instead of the riding a different one every single week. She desired to call him her own, the gracious, beautiful stallion that wore his greying coat with so much proud. She wasn't one that used to neg, but she seemed to have no other choice than to go ask again. With a big sigh she swung her legs out of bed and pulled herself back on her feet, where she stretched her body out one last time. It was probably already late morning, which she could tell from the sunlight peeking in through her curtains. She quickly put on her morning robes and made her way downstairs where it was relaxed and quiet. With her bare feet she made her way outside where she found her parents zipping their coffee, enjoying the morning sun sitting on their garden chairs. It was now or never. She shortly doubted standing in the doorway, but than made her way outside. The stone ground felt cold on the down side of her feet while the sun was warming up her skin. ''Morning,'' she said a bit casually, while she slowly led herself down on one of the empty garden chairs. Her mother looked up at her, smiling, and softly nodding her a good morning too. ''Morning,'' her father said, looking shortly up from over his news papers. She smiled at him, while she searched for the right words. ''I visited one of the meadows again, yesterday,'' Sophie slowly started, seeing her mom looking up at her questioning. ''And I saw the stallion we met previous year. You remember, the dark brown one, the one I found so perfect?'' Her mom chuckled softly after zipping her hot coffee shortly, but she nodded afterwards. ''I think I know which one you mean.'' Sophie smiled at the words of her mother, knowing that if she remember the stallion himself, she would probably remember the conversation that came with visiting the stables. ''And you know what you promised last year? You said that if he was still there when we came back next year, we would visit again and consider buying him.'' She brought her words carefully, seeing her father slowly peek over his news paper. ''You still remember that?'' He said, making his way into the conversation. Sophie smiled. ''Ofcourse. If I am ever going to be owning a horse, I want it to be him.'' She saw from the look on his face that he wasn't happy with her good memory, but she knew that he kept his promises, always. ''Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?'' She said, she could no longer keep the smile away from her face. He chuckled softly, and so did her mother, but after a look at each other they both nodded in agreement. ''But don't hold on to things - we'll go take a look first.''A few hours later she stood next to the beautiful stallion. They had a good conversation with one of the staff members and he explained everything to them. How he was around humans, what his special traits were, how sweet and lovely he was when you got to know him. And all the way through the conversation it started to feel more and more as a dream. And now that she was standing next to the stallion, she couldn't overcome her joy. She smiled at the staff member, who held the stallion for her. ''You can go for it,'' he said, with a quick blink. She smiled from ear to ear and turned herself to the saddle, laying her hands on the warm, black leather. With a bit of help from the staff members he climbed in the saddle and seated herself on top of the young, grey stallion. ''Now it's your turn,'' the guy said and gave her the reins. ''You ready?'' She nodded vastly, giving a quick glance to her parents who stood at the side line, both a bit nervous. It made her joy even bigger - she wanted to let them see he was no danger and that he could only bring her more joy than ever. ''I'll keep him lined for a bit, but if everything goes right, you can ride him freely in a bit.'' The guy made distance, but with the lunging rope in his head and let her take the lead of riding him. She softly made pressure with the feet and the stallion started moving and it felt like a dream. He moved like a dream. After a little while of riding circles and trying a trot and even a short piece of gallop, the staff member decided it would be fine if she rode a bit without guidance of the lunging rope. Just as he clicked them loose, the sky opened up and the grey clouds seem to loosen everything they had. Big drops of rain fell from the sky, but it couldn't ruin her day nor her ride. She softly clicked with her tongue and again made pressure with her legs and the stallion immediately responded, taking off in a controlled trot.

Pose Reference by Wild-Rose-Equine
Design by Joybird
Rain Texture by spoofdecator

Description

"It was always you..."
Late September, 2014 ~ Estate of the Vinstra Warmblood horse, Norway

Every summer they left their home country Ireland to travel all the way to Norway, where a few of their relatives lived. Her parents loved the landscape and always told her that they, someday, wanted to travel back to Norway to go and live there again, just like they did before she was born. She, though, didn't understand the love they felt for the harsh, cold country. The summers were okay, although they always stayed a tad bit too long for her likings. The only counter side she absolutely adored was the facility that lived on the lands next to the little piece of land they called theirs in the summer months.And just like every other day, she hung against the fence that kept the horses from running completely free. She wore a smile on her face while she watched a small herd of young mares walking her way. One of them, a beautiful chestnut pinto, softly nudged her nose against the arm that leaned on the fence. Sophie smiled, a warm look on her face. Oh, how much she adored the four hooved animals. She slowly moved her hand and softly stroke the mare over her face, while her look again wandered of in the distance. In another meadow, separated from the mares, hidden away in the distance, she could see a small group of stallions frolicking around. It didn't took long before her eyes were caught by that same stallion again. His color became lighter and lighter as he aged and he no longer wore that warm, dark brown color over his skin, but was now filled with an almost lilac color and as she saw him her jaw almost dropped. She had fallen for the stallion last year, finding him beautiful and strong, prancing around in his personal paddock when she once visited the stables with her parents because she so badly wanted to. She had asked for his name, but the staff had told her he not yet had one, because he was one of the horses that was going to be sold between now and the next summer. She had almost forgotten about him, knowing he would probably already be gone when she would came back a year later, but he was still here, more beautiful than ever. She was caught out of her dreamy trance when she felt something wet on her cheek. She frowned and softly pulled her head back, but she smiled again when she saw it was the same pinto mare again, licking her face out of affection. It was sure that she was one of the sweetest once that roamed around the meadow. With her head filled with thoughts she gave the mare a quick kiss and left her with the others again, making her walk back home again.She doubted and twisted her mind around it, her head filled with questions, her gaze blurred with love. She so much desired to have one to call her own instead of the riding a different one every single week. She desired to call him her own, the gracious, beautiful stallion that wore his greying coat with so much proud. She wasn't one that used to neg, but she seemed to have no other choice than to go ask again. With a big sigh she swung her legs out of bed and pulled herself back on her feet, where she stretched her body out one last time. It was probably already late morning, which she could tell from the sunlight peeking in through her curtains. She quickly put on her morning robes and made her way downstairs where it was relaxed and quiet. With her bare feet she made her way outside where she found her parents zipping their coffee, enjoying the morning sun sitting on their garden chairs. It was now or never. She shortly doubted standing in the doorway, but than made her way outside. The stone ground felt cold on the down side of her feet while the sun was warming up her skin. ''Morning,'' she said a bit casually, while she slowly led herself down on one of the empty garden chairs. Her mother looked up at her, smiling, and softly nodding her a good morning too. ''Morning,'' her father said, looking shortly up from over his news papers. She smiled at him, while she searched for the right words. ''I visited one of the meadows again, yesterday,'' Sophie slowly started, seeing her mom looking up at her questioning. ''And I saw the stallion we met previous year. You remember, the dark brown one, the one I found so perfect?'' Her mom chuckled softly after zipping her hot coffee shortly, but she nodded afterwards. ''I think I know which one you mean.'' Sophie smiled at the words of her mother, knowing that if she remember the stallion himself, she would probably remember the conversation that came with visiting the stables. ''And you know what you promised last year? You said that if he was still there when we came back next year, we would visit again and consider buying him.'' She brought her words carefully, seeing her father slowly peek over his news paper. ''You still remember that?'' He said, making his way into the conversation. Sophie smiled. ''Ofcourse. If I am ever going to be owning a horse, I want it to be him.'' She saw from the look on his face that he wasn't happy with her good memory, but she knew that he kept his promises, always. ''Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?'' She said, she could no longer keep the smile away from her face. He chuckled softly, and so did her mother, but after a look at each other they both nodded in agreement. ''But don't hold on to things - we'll go take a look first.''A few hours later she stood next to the beautiful stallion. They had a good conversation with one of the staff members and he explained everything to them. How he was around humans, what his special traits were, how sweet and lovely he was when you got to know him. And all the way through the conversation it started to feel more and more as a dream. And now that she was standing next to the stallion, she couldn't overcome her joy. She smiled at the staff member, who held the stallion for her. ''You can go for it,'' he said, with a quick blink. She smiled from ear to ear and turned herself to the saddle, laying her hands on the warm, black leather. With a bit of help from the staff members he climbed in the saddle and seated herself on top of the young, grey stallion. ''Now it's your turn,'' the guy said and gave her the reins. ''You ready?'' She nodded vastly, giving a quick glance to her parents who stood at the side line, both a bit nervous. It made her joy even bigger - she wanted to let them see he was no danger and that he could only bring her more joy than ever. ''I'll keep him lined for a bit, but if everything goes right, you can ride him freely in a bit.'' The guy made distance, but with the lunging rope in his head and let her take the lead of riding him. She softly made pressure with the feet and the stallion started moving and it felt like a dream. He moved like a dream. After a little while of riding circles and trying a trot and even a short piece of gallop, the staff member decided it would be fine if she rode a bit without guidance of the lunging rope. Just as he clicked them loose, the sky opened up and the grey clouds seem to loosen everything they had. Big drops of rain fell from the sky, but it couldn't ruin her day nor her ride. She softly clicked with her tongue and again made pressure with her legs and the stallion immediately responded, taking off in a controlled trot.

Pose Reference by Wild-Rose-Equine
Design by Joybird
Rain Texture by spoofdecator