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A Day at the Stables
Who: Annabeth and Kris
Where:Rising Fire Stables
When:Thursday, mid afternoon
What:Watching the riders
Rating:G
Annabeth stood at the fence, watching the horses with familiar awe of their magnificance as their muscles flexed under their toned skins.
She had been a whitelighter for over a hundred years and seen a lot of things, some wonderful, some not so much, but nothing beat the peaceful beauty of a horse. And since arriving and making her home in Franklin Springs she had found solace at the stables, watching the horses and their riders train for some equestrian sport, and would often spend the whole day there if she was able to.
Where:Rising Fire Stables
When:Thursday, mid afternoon
What:Watching the riders
Rating:G
Annabeth stood at the fence, watching the horses with familiar awe of their magnificance as their muscles flexed under their toned skins.
She had been a whitelighter for over a hundred years and seen a lot of things, some wonderful, some not so much, but nothing beat the peaceful beauty of a horse. And since arriving and making her home in Franklin Springs she had found solace at the stables, watching the horses and their riders train for some equestrian sport, and would often spend the whole day there if she was able to.