Post by music on Jul 11, 2011 23:42:45 GMT -3
C U R T I N
[/center][/font]There was something warm and inviting about the scent of horses in a barn, something nostalgic and beautiful. It made her feel as though she belonged here and no where else. Her hand reached up to the black chord around her neck and she fingered a small jade horse charm, cut roughly but smooth with use and love. She had a habit of playing with it when she was interested in something and right now, the young woman found herself wondering who would be ridden today.[/blockquote]
Her blue eyes brightened at the thought of being useful and she was curious to see who would show up and give her something to do. Sure, there were always saddles to be soaped, bridles to be cleaned, stalls to be mucked and various other activities, but Muse preferred to have a variety in her schedule that would otherwise be tediously boring.
In any case, Muse traded her sneakers for boots and stepped out for another day. Perhaps today would be different than all the rest.