Ashlin Glenn & Shaman

It was the perfect day out for a long easy ride, and Ashlin was never one to pass up such an occasion. She had recently gone to pick up her horse that she knew from her parents' ranch and decided on taking him out for a good jog to exercise his limbs. He'de been cooped up in trailors for so long, that Ashlin could tell that he was happy to be out and about.

She held tightly to the reins as the painted stallion stepped through the tall grass. A smile was on her face from finally being able to take a break and think about her own new ranch, and how it would change her life in the Valley. She then kicked her heels into her mount's sides and they were off through the prairie. Shaman's black clump of a mane flew out behind him and fluttered about in Ashlin's face. His bright blue eyes scanned this new land before him, as he was quite eager to explore and check everything out for himself. Halfway through their little run, he gave a buck, but Ashlin remained secure as she held on.

.Aralyn.

Free. They were free. Horse and rider glided through the prarie as though they were made of one, the black mare carrying her pale rider as though she weighed no more then a feather, flying over logs and taking to the run as if they had been born for it. Aralyns hands were buried deep into Psyche's mane, and a peal of laughter escaped her unpainted lips. It was the first time in nearly a year that she had ridden her horse, as she had been away and the birth of the babies had hindered her even more. It wasn't difficult to spot them. Psyche stood at nearly seventeen hands, and her coat was of the deepest ebony while Aralyn was a slight girl, with skin the color of ivory and her hair the same shade as Psyche own pelt. Faster. She whispered into her mounts ear, and Psyche pushed on, the pounding and thundering of hooves to be heard throughout the prarie. Aralyns sight was for the sky, not taking in her surroundings but enjoying her time up in the clouds. Psyche, however, was more careful and could see Shaman and Ashlin riding up ahead, and the mare dug further in still to catch up to the two.

Ashlin & Shaman

Ashlin wasn't so interested in the sky, but the beautiful scenery about them instead. Having always loved the wilderness and the beauty of it, it was quite a natural thing. There was nothing better than the feeling of flying to go with it all, and that was just what she felt she was doing. On any equine, she could feel the sensation of soaring. Maybe it was just her. Ashlin hadn't realized the other two behind them, but Shaman evidently did. One ear back and the other freely swiveling, he slowed a bit as the unknown mare sped up by them, causing his own legs to propel him across the prairie faster. He wasn't the biggest of equines, but he was quite swift when he wanted to be. He thrashed his hooves against the ground and was back on track, eyes set on this mare. He wanted to catch up, but was suddenly held back when Ashlin realized there was someone ahead. Shaman had a rather determined look on his face... Ashlin wondered if Aralyn noticed herself yet too.

Aralyn

She was doing what few riders dared to do when not riding in an arena. She had no saddle upon her mare, no bridle, no halter... She trusted Psyche, trusted her more then any rider should ever trust their mount. She let go of the mares mane, sitting back a bit and settling deep, causing the mare to slow down a touch as Aralyn raised her arms in the air and let out a cry of triumph. no more control, no more being trapped. She was free.

The hispano-arabe knew that Shaman was close at hand, and she was trying to keep him behind and away from her. This was her time to prove to Aralyn that she was still the best horse around, better then any horse should ever be. Years of training and trust had gotten these two to where they were today. a bond that was unbreakable, unshakeable, and damn near scary.

Ashlin & Shaman

After a while of galloping across the prairie, Ashlin could clearly tell that Shaman was only running to keep up with the other horse and rider that were now clear ahead. The stallion was becoming drenched in sweat now, but he was refusing to slow himself. Ashlin pulled back on the reins sleadily, and although it was done quite hesitantly, Shaman was pulled off to side and slowed a couple paces so that he was just at a brisk jog. His nostrils flared to take in the much needed air as his eyes followed after the other horse. Ashlin reached down to pet his neck before keeping him at that same gait. Her eyes green eyes were curiously watching this other girl.