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You know when you really can't be bothered? Yeah, that...

This image and story takes place during the October of year 2, when Aithne goes to visit some friends at *LittleRedToyota 's Gold Mint Mine Stables. This is after her romantic relation with Adam back in September, seen here [link]

This is also a training image for the upcoming BDS Dressage Masters CCI*** [link]

Also took a guess at GMMS landscape. I have no idea. Too tired to bother...

The Story
The air was chilled but the sky clear as Aithne went about cleaning Taffy's stall. Despite the staff at GMMS being so friendly and hospitable, she felt it was still her duty to muck out the stallion, and she refused to let anyone else do it. Besides, she had a lot on her mind, and looking after her baby was the best thing she could do. Taffy peered at her through the stable door from where he was tied, whickering lowly to her. He had been doing that for about a month now, just whickering at her for no reason. It was another unexplained thing that had happened since her very close encounter with Adam. And that was another thing she didn't understand. That had happened, and now she was here without him and it hadn't happened again. The man had never forced her into anything, not even a relationship. It was nice that he respected her privacy and her feelings, but very unnerving all the same. Then there was the headaches, and now the nausea that was setting in. If she didn't know better she would say she was pregnant, but she had taken a test and even the morning after pill. The test had been negative. She had taken the pill as instructed. Yet something was niggling at her. And there was that whicker again. She turned to look at the stallion who tossed his head and snorted. "What?" She snapped at him, seeing him recoil and shuffle away. She immediately regretted her anger, stepping towards the stallion and wrapping her arms around his warm, musky neck. His scent was always so sweet, so soft, his fur so warm and silky. "Oh Taffy, I'm so glad you're here," she whispered into his satin mane. He lipped at her t-shirt and whickered again. Aithne stepped back and sighed, looking at her precious boy. He had been her horse for so long now, it was like they could read each other's minds. Yet she couldn't work out what he was saying, or rather she could and she refused to admit it. "You're wrong," she muttered, picking her jacket up off the ground where she had thrown it. "I was careful... well, afterwards I was," she mumbled the last part under her breath before turning to look at the Andalusian built Harno horse again. "I think it's time you did some work."

The small woman led her horse into the empty manege, the cool air filling her lungs. She felt cold, the breeze pricking at her skin, but she knew she wouldn't need a jacket when she started riding. She swung herself up onto Taffy's back and settled herself into the saddle. They had a lot of training to do before the dressage show. Taffy had proved his worth many times now, but there was nothing wrong with practicing everything just a few more times. She trotted him around the school, asking him to extend and settle into his gait. He seemed on edge, almost as if he didn't want to do anything. "Taffy, I'm fine, now come on, get on," she clicked her tongue and gave him a small nudge. He shied sideways, but not enough to unseat her. "Taffy!" She exclaimed. "What on earth is wrong with you?" She brought him to a halt and he stood defiantly, turning his head to look at her. "Alright, you know what, I'll take another test, will you be happy then? But I'm fine to ride either way, so get your butt in gear," she growled as she nudged him on again. He snorted and trotted forwards, the usual swagger in his gait as he extended and tucked his head in. That horse was never happy unless people listened to him. You had to do the listening, not him. As much as Aithne wanted to believe that her deepest fears were wrong, she knew the fears were there for a reason. Could she really be with child? She really hoped she wasn't. She had no idea what she would do if she was.

Ref: [link]
Image & Characters © =mapal
GMMS © *LittleRedToyota

Description
You know when you really can't be bothered? Yeah, that...

This image and story takes place during the October of year 2, when Aithne goes to visit some friends at *LittleRedToyota 's Gold Mint Mine Stables. This is after her romantic relation with Adam back in September, seen here [link]

This is also a training image for the upcoming BDS Dressage Masters CCI*** [link]

Also took a guess at GMMS landscape. I have no idea. Too tired to bother...

The Story
The air was chilled but the sky clear as Aithne went about cleaning Taffy's stall. Despite the staff at GMMS being so friendly and hospitable, she felt it was still her duty to muck out the stallion, and she refused to let anyone else do it. Besides, she had a lot on her mind, and looking after her baby was the best thing she could do. Taffy peered at her through the stable door from where he was tied, whickering lowly to her. He had been doing that for about a month now, just whickering at her for no reason. It was another unexplained thing that had happened since her very close encounter with Adam. And that was another thing she didn't understand. That had happened, and now she was here without him and it hadn't happened again. The man had never forced her into anything, not even a relationship. It was nice that he respected her privacy and her feelings, but very unnerving all the same. Then there was the headaches, and now the nausea that was setting in. If she didn't know better she would say she was pregnant, but she had taken a test and even the morning after pill. The test had been negative. She had taken the pill as instructed. Yet something was niggling at her. And there was that whicker again. She turned to look at the stallion who tossed his head and snorted. "What?" She snapped at him, seeing him recoil and shuffle away. She immediately regretted her anger, stepping towards the stallion and wrapping her arms around his warm, musky neck. His scent was always so sweet, so soft, his fur so warm and silky. "Oh Taffy, I'm so glad you're here," she whispered into his satin mane. He lipped at her t-shirt and whickered again. Aithne stepped back and sighed, looking at her precious boy. He had been her horse for so long now, it was like they could read each other's minds. Yet she couldn't work out what he was saying, or rather she could and she refused to admit it. "You're wrong," she muttered, picking her jacket up off the ground where she had thrown it. "I was careful... well, afterwards I was," she mumbled the last part under her breath before turning to look at the Andalusian built Harno horse again. "I think it's time you did some work."

The small woman led her horse into the empty manege, the cool air filling her lungs. She felt cold, the breeze pricking at her skin, but she knew she wouldn't need a jacket when she started riding. She swung herself up onto Taffy's back and settled herself into the saddle. They had a lot of training to do before the dressage show. Taffy had proved his worth many times now, but there was nothing wrong with practicing everything just a few more times. She trotted him around the school, asking him to extend and settle into his gait. He seemed on edge, almost as if he didn't want to do anything. "Taffy, I'm fine, now come on, get on," she clicked her tongue and gave him a small nudge. He shied sideways, but not enough to unseat her. "Taffy!" She exclaimed. "What on earth is wrong with you?" She brought him to a halt and he stood defiantly, turning his head to look at her. "Alright, you know what, I'll take another test, will you be happy then? But I'm fine to ride either way, so get your butt in gear," she growled as she nudged him on again. He snorted and trotted forwards, the usual swagger in his gait as he extended and tucked his head in. That horse was never happy unless people listened to him. You had to do the listening, not him. As much as Aithne wanted to believe that her deepest fears were wrong, she knew the fears were there for a reason. Could she really be with child? She really hoped she wasn't. She had no idea what she would do if she was.

Ref: [link]
Image & Characters © =mapal
GMMS © *LittleRedToyota