Oct 7, 2023 14:31:29 GMT
Harlow Alenko could not believe she lost track of time while some light riding with Aristocrat out in the arena. Even though he was retired, the warmblood still thrived on having work to do. Retirement suited him fine away from the big shows and the traveling, but doing nothing in a paddock did not. Harlow actually had not believed the Blue Arces barn manager until she saw the evidence herself, and after that, vowed to make sure that she gave Aristocrat the time he needed back in the arena, even if they were light jumps. She owed the warmblood that much, given he had been the young woman's first official show horse and they had been a team forever.
"Sorry boy, this is going to be it for the day. I have a date." It was hard for the young woman to not sound giddy, and thank god, there were no people around to witness it. Harlow didn't want anybody to see her being foolish over her boyfriend, Ty Webber, or see that she somehow had something resembling a soul. That showed weakness, something that her family did not approve of, and growing up in that household, neither did Harlow. Her boyfriend of two years, and sometimes her trainer John Ryan, where the only ones who got to see her with her cold steel armor off.
Hopping off, she lead Aristocrat back to the barn now. Glancing at her applewatch, Harlow knew she was going to be running late if she couldn't pawn her horse off onto some unassuming stable hand. Her brown eyes kept a sharp watch until she saw someone. A girl who vaguely looked familiar from a few years ago. Oh, what was her name? Emerald? Emmy? Emily? That sounded right, "Emily!" Harlow snapped now, hurrying over. The girl hadn't acknowledged her, much to her annoyance, Harlow tapped her on the shoulder now before practically handing her the reins, "Emily. I'm running late. I need you to take care of Aristocrat. Remember. He should get a wash, you are only allowed to use his shampoo - not Blue Arces - I have his shampoo specifically formulated to make him shine. Afterward, he gets two homemade horse cookies. Not three, not one. Two. Then you may turn him out. Got that?"
I made my decision to test the limits 'cause it's my business
