Word Count: 90,123
Summary of Events:
Taylor went to be fitted again by Irene and got very favourable reviews on his new haircut by her; they both observed that it went well with the outfit she was making for him. Ian oversaw the breeding of his mare to a Hungarian stallion who was visiting New Zealand to hopefully sire foals with several mares of his breed, which was the same as that Ian's mare. Elianne woke up with her alarm and packed the last of her things before her mom's dad arrived to pick her up; after they'd loaded her things Elianne went to get Enya . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
She haltered Enya and started leading her toward the truck. Mom’s dad was surprisingly close behind her.
“You have a good bond with her,” he commented.
Elianne nodded. “I visit her every day, and ride her as often as possible.”
“Throw the lead over her neck,” he said. “Make sure she won’t step on it.”
Curious, Elianne obeyed.
“Now let go,” he said.
Elianne stopped and looked at him.
“Let go of the rope and walk to the trailer,” he said.
Admittedly, Elianne had misgivings, but she figured she should do it before he made her do it, and so started walking toward the trailer, she heard hooves thudding softly against the ground behind her, and Enya’s head stayed ahead of her elbow.
Elianne stopped perpendicular to the side of the trailer, Mom’s dad came around her and put a hand on the door latch.
“Does she load and trailer good?” he asked.
“She hasn’t been in a trailer since she came here,” Elianne replied.
He nodded and unlocked the back of the trailer before opening the latch, Enya didn’t look at all anxious.
Once the door had swung open he stepped up into the trailer and moments later a light shone from within. He stepped out.
“Walk in,” he said.
Elianne did so and Enya stayed as if glued to her side the whole way, not panicking at the great, loud thuds her hooves made on the trailer’s floor, in spite of the textured rubber mat that covered the metal.
“Tie her up, just like you’re going to groom her,” he said from outside.
“To what?” Elianne asked.
“The post,” he replied.
Elianne did so, tying the quick-release knot Mom had taught her. She stroked Enya, pleased that her mare had entered the trailer so calmly.
She heard a low murmur and Enya flicked her ears back. Elianne watched as Mom’s dad came in with a small flat-backed black bucket, keeping a hand softly on Enya the whole way.
He clipped the double-sided clip whose other end held the bucket’s handle to a ring near to the post, Enya immediately dove her nose into the bucket and Elianne soon heard the familiar sound of a horse eating oats, including the sloppy sound of the abundant saliva horses generated while eating the likes of oats and apples, particularly.
Mom’s dad shut the light off and led the way out of the trailer, closing the door quietly behind Enya and locking it shut.
“Very even-keeled horse,” he said. “Right sort of temperament for a young rider.”
Elianne nodded.
He sighed and looked toward the house, in the light from the house Elianne thought she saw a wave of sadness pass over his face, but it was gone by the time he looked to her.
“You said goodbye to everyone?” he asked.
“Yes,” Elianne replied.
“Well, then let’s get going, I promised Grandma we’d be home in time for dinner,” he said.
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