Friday, January 6, 2012
Tonight's tie is a stripe of rich cinnamon and textured chambray blue. She peered around the corner of the stable and found him coiling rope in the corner of a stall. The docile horse stood silent, patiently awaiting the curry. With deft movements, he brought the animal's coat to a luxuriant sheen. Upon discovering her he grew angry, but tried not to show it. Anger would only unbalance him, and a steady rider meant a steady ride--he learned that the day he got his first saddle.
Brought to Life by Nance at 9:32 PM