Fancy Meeting You Here Who: Sam and Lizzie What: Catching up and getting some work done. When: Sunday, October 9 - afternoon Where: The grounds Warning: None/TBD
Lizzie leaned down, keeping herself nice and close to the horse's neck as they galloped through the woods. Most of the horses there, she wouldn't dare let that loose on the more traveled paths, but that one in particular was a lot more aware of his surroundings than the others. He wasn't the type to spook easy, and in the year they'd had him she'd never seen him even think about bucking or trying to throw a rider when someone or something unexpected crossed his path. A couple would toss you and run the second they so much as sensed a shift in the wind, but not Gumby.
The one downside was that he had a damn stupid name, but she was working on that. He'd come already named, and she was trying her hardest to think of one that really worked better for him. A couple of the students thought Gumby was hilarious and she figured he'd probably always be stuck with it to some degree, but that didn't mean he couldn't also have a name that was more fitting of a horse like him.
She slowed him down a bit as they approached a part of the path that wasn't quite as well groomed as the rest, straightening up in her seat and pulling back on the reigns just enough to get her point across. There were so many trails on the property, it was physically impossible to keep them and the rest of the place in good shape all the time, but since it was her brother who had that arduous task, she leaned down and consoled the horse with a sturdy pat on the shoulder, "I know. It's unacceptable. We're gonna have to talk to the groundskeeper about this shit."
Given the time and day, she had a good hunch said groundkeeper would be lurking around nearby, and she directed Gumby to head off-trail, carefully picking through the brush until she found Sam and was close enough to shout out, "Hey, little brother!"