Post by Knibbles on Feb 16, 2015 17:18:44 GMT
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i wrote @arencurrington a letter
i wrote @arencurrington a letter
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It was about high time that he got his ass out of the house for another reason besides kicking Rhyder's ass for loving his younger sister.
At least it wasn't Mia.
He thought to himself with a snort. "Angel, you saddle up that fairy tale horse yet?" He asked, meaning the sweet gypsy vanner he had gotten the woman for Christmas last year.
Kyle didn't do frilly horses, instead he had managed to ship his Magalarga Marchador mare from Montana. He had almost thought about selling Diamond In The Rough, but figured why the hell would he?
"Gem" deserved a little fun on the trails too. After hitching up the two horse slant trailer to his truck, and loading up the excitable mare he looked for his fiance. "Come on woman." Little did Aren know, he had more surprises under his belt for the end of their little 'vacation' in the woods.
At least it wasn't Mia.
He thought to himself with a snort. "Angel, you saddle up that fairy tale horse yet?" He asked, meaning the sweet gypsy vanner he had gotten the woman for Christmas last year.
Kyle didn't do frilly horses, instead he had managed to ship his Magalarga Marchador mare from Montana. He had almost thought about selling Diamond In The Rough, but figured why the hell would he?
"Gem" deserved a little fun on the trails too. After hitching up the two horse slant trailer to his truck, and loading up the excitable mare he looked for his fiance. "Come on woman." Little did Aren know, he had more surprises under his belt for the end of their little 'vacation' in the woods.
Made by Riley at THQ!
Aren had been looking forward to this trip for weeks. It would be the first time she'd actually get to bond with her new horse Dixie Chick, or Dixie, for short, for longer than a few circles around an arena. Not to mention another first for getting to drag her fiance along, call it a engagement-moon if that kind of thing even exists, because who didn't find a valentine's day trip into the mountains on horseback utterly romantic? The best thing about that was, Kyle was one of the few who'd actually enjoy it.
Yet life couldn't have chosen the best day to reel in the rain clouds and completely screw everything up, or in other words, get Aren sick, like hugging the toilet all night sick. And while the effect unfortunately still lingered, Aren refused to call off the trip let alone tell Kyle. His roaring snore had actually been of use for once overnight, yet after what few hours of sleep Aren got, she felt better, thankfully.
That was until five minutes after they arrived at the barn to saddle their horses.
"Yeah baby, well, almost.. I'll be there in a second!" Aren managed to speak up behind the back of her hand, the other fixed across her stomach in a grasp as she stood leaning back against the outer barn wall. Accompanying her side, a black and white gypsy vanner stood silent, curiously eyeing her slouched over rider. "I don't know what the hell is wrong, Dixie. I feel like I'm about to barf up last month's meal... and all the ones after that, again." The short blonde helplessly glanced to the mare, "But I can't call---" Aren's words cut short as her stomach convulsed, yet didn't give way, shockingly.
Pulling in a deep breath, Aren slowly stood up straight and brushed away stray bangs as Kyle's voice again echoed through the barn isle. "Alright, we gotta nut up or shut up, Dixie... So let's go." The woman's expression featured the opposite of her own encouraging words, yet she managed to slap on a cheery smile and lead Dixie to the trailer. "Ready,Mr. lumberjack?" Aren flirted with a sway while approaching Kyle. Yet that was about all she could express before the sudden need to hand off the mare and gracefully be-line to the passenger seat, face nearly turning white as her stomach turned somersaults.
Yet life couldn't have chosen the best day to reel in the rain clouds and completely screw everything up, or in other words, get Aren sick, like hugging the toilet all night sick. And while the effect unfortunately still lingered, Aren refused to call off the trip let alone tell Kyle. His roaring snore had actually been of use for once overnight, yet after what few hours of sleep Aren got, she felt better, thankfully.
That was until five minutes after they arrived at the barn to saddle their horses.
"Yeah baby, well, almost.. I'll be there in a second!" Aren managed to speak up behind the back of her hand, the other fixed across her stomach in a grasp as she stood leaning back against the outer barn wall. Accompanying her side, a black and white gypsy vanner stood silent, curiously eyeing her slouched over rider. "I don't know what the hell is wrong, Dixie. I feel like I'm about to barf up last month's meal... and all the ones after that, again." The short blonde helplessly glanced to the mare, "But I can't call---" Aren's words cut short as her stomach convulsed, yet didn't give way, shockingly.
Pulling in a deep breath, Aren slowly stood up straight and brushed away stray bangs as Kyle's voice again echoed through the barn isle. "Alright, we gotta nut up or shut up, Dixie... So let's go." The woman's expression featured the opposite of her own encouraging words, yet she managed to slap on a cheery smile and lead Dixie to the trailer. "Ready,Mr. lumberjack?" Aren flirted with a sway while approaching Kyle. Yet that was about all she could express before the sudden need to hand off the mare and gracefully be-line to the passenger seat, face nearly turning white as her stomach turned somersaults.
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