Alex * Sinner

Step, step, step. Back in line, side, side, in place, one two three, misstep Sinner, one two three. Good girl She patted the grey mares neck. Thats a good baby. Forward, five, six, seven, eight. Spin hind. The mare seemed to float and dance across the ground, her breathing peaceful. Energy seemed to crackle around the dancing pair as they danced, with the constant encouragement from the rider. Long blonde hair flowed down her back in soft waves, her hands were gentle and light but firm. Extend. The mares neck went forth, her legs seeming to stretch beyond imagination. Good Girl, Sinner. It wasn't the mares register name, but the nickname around the barn. Whoa. Immediatly Sinner halted with a bob of her head. Full of fire, she was but she was a lot kinder then Alex's stallion, Suicide. A lot kinder.

Blythe&&+Sophia

Digits touched neatly. Holding her small,soft daughter's hand. She can control of her for the short years, before she'd probably rebel. Die her hair pink. Maybe blue, then jump on a motorcycle, and runaway. That was the story of Blythe, kind of the rockstar's girlfriend. Running inand out on states, staying up till the next day. Drinking.
Smoking. Partying. But at least she wasn't that way anymore, she had ad aughter. A beautiful, innocent little girl. With long blonde locks, smokey blue eyes. Andthe fairest skin around. Blythe herself was a beauty. With a British, worn offacsent to-boot. Likea label, almost.
Look love, see the horse."
Sophia's magically lit voids watched the girl, and the horse,seeming to dance togeather. Blythe picked up her daughter, with a little whirl, they danced through the tall blades of grass. If you took a picture, it'd be art before the click. It was art, already. Blythe twirled heryoug girl around, many many times. Until they swirledand jumped over to a rock. Sitting their with a slight 'oijohkk' she landed, with her daugher on her slender hip yet, watching the girl and horse, twirl and dance about.
Blythe applauded, with a blinding white grin. Sophia followed her mothers actions.
"YEAH!"

Alex * Sinner

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the voices of the two, but she raised her head to see a young woman and her daughter. She gave them both a bright smile, and began to turn the mare and begin another half pass. Stop. She said. Obediantly, the mare halted. Good girl, Sinner. Then she turned, and the two trotted, actually they seemed to float, over to Blythe and Sophia. Hi there. Whats your name? She asked softly. Her voice was warm, with a touch of her french accent. She slid from Sinners back, all grace and motion and left the horse standing, seemingly so still but Sinner was attentive to every movement of her mistress. With a lift of a finger, she could bow or trot away, could race like the wind or stand still as a statue.

Blythe&&+Sophia

Slender digits gathered aroudn her daughter's top, fixing it back on, straightly. Instead of crooked, after their little dance. "I'm Blythe Harver; this is Sophia. You?"
She asked, her large,blue green optics peircing, yet calm and artfull. But you could see the whisiclness as well, with one glance. Blythe sighed, her eyes danced over her little girl, who watched Alex with a very curious eye, but not for long. She was much to busy checking out that horse.

Alex

A finger was lifted, and the Irish Warmblood mare came forth. Taking off Sinners saddle and bridle, she said Released. Without a secondthought, the white mare took off with a run, bucking and kicking and rearing, but only in play. Alexandra. Call me Alex though. She saw Sophias eyes on Sinner, and she smiled. Thats Sinner, there. Shes real friendly. Alex whistled to the tall creature, and she came trotting back, prancing and dancing merrily. Halting, she lowered her muzzle down to Sophias and blew out a sharp breath in a snort. Yes, even if she had an odd name, she was very sweet.

Blythe&&+Sophia

Blue optics danced over the frolicing femmora. Sophia early gasped when the mare came to close to her, but it was pure excitement, and pleasure. "Sinner?" She asked, reaching out her hand to touch the mare's muzzle.
Blythe's eyes grew soft again, but not dieing out of the whisical stance.
"Your horse,Alex. She is a beauty."
She nodded, with a sly smile. She watched her girl, with a broad smile.
"Sophie loves horses"

Alex

Sinner blew into Sophias hands, warm bright eyes alight.

Alex's own eyes were warm and bright, so soft and sweet. Shes a real pain in the butt, but I love her. Her laughter was warm and soft as Sinner nudged her lightly. Do you want to ride her, Sophia? She asked the young girl.

Blythe&&+Sophia

Sophia's large, but more nearly soft eyes danced, moments more. she was still 'figuring' out the horse.
"Your butt hurts when oyu ride her? I think I'll pass..."
Classic, right?
Sophia nodded, very promptly for her age. Maybe it wasn't the age at all, its was simply her attitude. But polite as well.
"Thank you anyways."
Blythe nodded after her daughter took the swig at talking. She decided to keep silent, for once. A little shocked, but aye. She was Blythe's daughter.