WILD HORSE

Astride Revenge, Rowan was happy and free. She loved being away from the barn, the arena, the pressure, and the noteriaty. Oh sure, she and her horse both loved competing, but Rowan wanted so much more out of her life and out of the horses she rode and raised. They were not meant to be just arena horses, but she wanted them to feel grass beneath their feet to work out of doors doing things that their ancestors had done. Which was why she was astride on the young bay when a new horse came into view. The bay came to a stop, stomped, and whinnied in a friendly way. Dropping a hand to the horse's shoulder, Rowan smiled and laughed. "Yes, Revenge, I see it too. I think you've found a wild friend."

With a click of her tongue, she coaxed Revenge into walking closer to the wild horse. Ever so gently, she brought the horse back to a stop. Though she spent a lot of time on Revenge, Rowan was always looking for another horse to work on as a project. "Maybe we should bring it home with us, Revenge, what do you think about that?" Rowan took her mare's snort as an indication of her assent. Gently, Rowan eased Revenge closer and closer to the wild horse trying not to make it nervous and trying to decide just how she'd bring the beauty back to the barns with them. It'd be nice to have another horse to stable Revenge with. The high strung mare had just been moved away from her own herd and could use a new friend.

As the foal skittered out of reach, Rowan reconsidered her approach. Determined to bring this little one home with her, Rowan gently slid off the opposite side of Revenge from her. Looping the reins around the saddle horn, the raven haired girl took a few steps back from the bay. For once, the bay who was usually high strung put her head down and began to eat. Rowan watched as the bay lifted her head after a few bites and whinnied again at the foal. Mayhaps, she ought to just let the mare attract the foal home. Revenge had been trained to come at a whistle and often followed Rowan around in the field even when she wasn't under saddle or working.

Taking a few more steps away but not so far that Revenge would feel the need to follow her, Rowan watched patiently as the bay ate and walked ever closer to the foal. Rowan was interested to see if Revenge could bring the foal in or if the foal would still be afraid of the bigger horse not that Revenge was especially big compared to other horses that Rowan had ridden and seen. Smiling, she watched as the reddish bay picked her head up and snorted gently at the foal visibly breathing in its scent. Whickering again, the young mare looked towards her rider making sure that she hadn't gotten too far away and then she looked back at the foal. It would seem to any outsider that the mare wanted a buddy just as badly as the rider wished to capture the foal. Finally, Rowan walked far enough away that she knew Revenge would begin to follow her back to the barn. The bay neighed gently and took a few halting steps towards the human before looking over her shoulder at the foal. With a huff and a scratch of her foot on the ground, Revenge seemed to wait on the foal to make a decision. Rowan desperately hoped that the foal would come back to the barn with them. It would give Revenge a field mate and Rowan a new project horse.