.[we] have [arrived].

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Here we go...

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"Nice and easy," Brooke murmured to herself as she drove slowly up to the stable. She was never good at carrying large loads behind her brother's Chevy, and the one-horse trailer was definitely what she considered a "large load". She checked the side mirror before slowing to a stop. She neither wanted to jostle her horse or smash her precious convertable Volkswagen Beetle. Her brother Keith, had let Brooke borrow his truck, and Brooke made him tail her in the navy-blue beetle so he could take his truck and she would have a ride home.

"Thanks for taking The Bug," Brooke said as she and her brother simaltaneously hopped out of the two cars. 'The Bug' was the nickname she had given her car. Her brother put his hand up and told her that it was no problem, as long as he had his truck to drive to work. Brooke walked to the back of the truck and opened the door, giving a sharp whistle. In less than three seconds, a 7-month-old german shepherd popped out of the car. Brooke grabbed a leash from a door compartment and snapped it onto the dog's collar.

"Watch Courage," she told her brother as she walked to the trailer. She tossed the leash to her brother, who caught it easily, rolling his eyes at his sister.

"Just get this over with already," he complained, kneeling down to pet the pup in front of him. "So I can return the trailer and get to work." Brooke had borrowed the trailer from a wealthier friend, since the diAngellos could not afford one for themselves. Brooke waved a hand above her head, acknowledging her brother's statement but brushing it off. She unlocked the back of the trailer, pulled out the ramp and walked inside, cooing nonsense words.

She reappeared outside the trailer with a 16.1hh paint gelding walking next to her. He was black and white, which was why Brooke was affectionately calling him "moo cow" as she coaxed him down the ramp. "Let's go Quill," she said a loud as she walked towards the stable. "I'll be right back for my tack and my dog, Keith," she called over her shoulder.

She led her horse into the stall that had been assigned to them. On the door was a foax-gold plait that read:
A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words
"Quill"
Owned and Loved by Brooke diAngello
She quickly unwrapped Quill's traveling wraps and placed them outside the stall. She then slipped her gelding a mint before going back to the trailer to get her tack box.

Keith helped Brooke lug her box to the tack room, with Courage following at Brooke's heel. "Good girl," Brooke was constantly saying to keep the dog's attention on her and not the horses. When the box was put away, the two siblings exchanged keys and Brooke took up Courage's leash.

The girl and dog walked to Quill's stall. Brooke placed the grooming bucket she had brought from her box on the floor and asked Courage to lay down next to it. Though the pup was young, she was obedient. While volunteering at a vet's office when she was younger, Brooke had learned how bad German Shepherds could become without proper training and socialization. "Good girl, Courage," she said before asking the pup to stay and entering her horse's stall.

"How's my handsome man?" she cooed, kissing his black velvet nose. The gelding nickered and bobbed his head, nipping at her pockets for treats. Brooke gently pushed Quill's nose away and slipped a silver halter over his head. She led him out and put him on cross ties. He focused his attention Courage, ears pricked. He was very good with dogs, and loved little(to him) Courage. The pup got up to go say hello, but Brooke asked her to lay down once more and wait. She didn't want the two to get each other excited and disturb any one else.

Quill wasn't very dirty, but Brooke just wanted to give him some extra TLC after the trailer ride. She took out her curry comb and began making circular motions on her horse's coat. There was a little breeze running through the stable, and strands of Brooke's honey-gold hair kept blowing into her face. I'll have to re-do my braid later, she thought to herself, whistling "Jailhouse Rock" as she groomed her gelding's black-and-white coat.

[Raestirale]

((Hehe, hope you don't mind ^.^))

Aileen smiled slightly to herself as she rubbed her mare's head, wondering perhaps for the upteenth time who or where her father was, but her mother had never told her. And frankly, she wasn't going to tell anyone around here who her mother was. Didn't want them thinking that she was going to be spoiled or anything. If she was going to receive special treatment it would be because she'd worked hard and tried her best.
She ignored the sounds of someone arriving since it was becoming quite common now, with the start of everything coming soon at least. She patted her mare's neck fondly after finishing with tacking her up. She was going to go for a ride since it was a surprisingly warm day today, which she was glad for.
Stepping out of the stall with her hands gripping the reins attached to a nice looking red roan mare, Aileen shut the stall door behind her and headed towards the doors, halting quickly in surprise, the mare snorting at the sudden stop. The roan's ears pricked slightly catching wind of another horse, before flicking back and forth, wondering who was treading on her turf, or rather what she felt was her turf.
Aileen fidgeted with the reins slightly. "Hi. I'm Aileen, and my horse is Heilig." She said with a small smile. She wasn't exactly the best at meeting new people, maybe because of her age? That had to be it, I mean after all, she was going to be 16 in summer and all so she was pretty young compared to the rest of the other boarders.