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fallen_forever (fallen_forever) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Her mind being comfortably blank continued to focus on the care of the beautiful horse in front of her. Its mane was now coming to a marvelous sheen just as it should and with the warmth of the day creeping in Tara found her self debating if she should give it a bath or not. Perhaps all the horses could use one. Wouldn’t that be nice? Spending the day tending to the horses in the stables, just like when she had been younger, years before. Maybe if she was lucky there might even be a saddle around here? Could it be possible that she could go for a ride? Where there any trails in the area? It would be amazing being able to go for a ride again in nature. It had been how long since she was able to do that? At least two years ago, probably longer, she hadn’t really been keeping track of the time all that well lately.

With thoughts lingering down a different trail it took Tara a moment to even realize there was a voice coming from down near the other end of the stables. Blinking for a moment she slowly set the brush aside, giving the bay colored horse a gentle stroke along his side. “I’ll be right back.” The blond witch muttered to the horse, running her hand along his body so that the horse would know where she was at all times. While heading towards the voice Tara wiped her hands together, attempting to clean them some and that’s when she saw who the voice she’d barely caught belonged to. “Willow.” Tara exclaimed, startled that the redhead would ever come to the stables, however the other woman’s obvious shock and horror was obvious and Tara quickly moved towards her. “Willow, it’s the apple, the horse thinks you’re trying to give it a treat.” Slipping up beside the other woman the blond witch gently placed her hands on Will’s arm. Slowly lowering the redhead’s arm Tara glanced up at her eyes for a moment. “T-trust me Will.” Gently taking the other woman’s hand she took the apple away before extending Willow’s hand into a flat surface with her fingers stretched out. “Hold your hand like this.” The blond gently instructed as she broke off a piece of the apple and placed it on Willow’s flattened out hand. “If you hold steady he’ll just, um, take it off your hand.”