No... Not what I want to say. I don't know what to say... I wrote it all out elsewhere.. I jsut have no words left to type, no emotions left to drain. All i know is the immense feeling inside me that makes me want to cry... And laugh all at the same time. Though it doesn't solve all my problems, it sure does cast a new light on msot, adn helps me resolve quite a few.

Now, what to do about Dan. Steal her. Someone find me a bar, and I'll steal my fricken horse. I swear to God. I would steal her if I had anyplace to go... I would buy her and put her in my bedroom if it was big enough... I miss her, and I want my pony back. *le sigh* I suppose I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I jsut can't win... All I can do is sneak around and wonder about her... I think I may jsut go upstairs and cry. For the part of me that is happy, and the part of me that is so sad.

The grey look about, ears pricked forward in anticipation of her friend's arrival... Oh, what a pair they make, the tall, clumsy girl, and the small, graceful mare. Two complete opposites in personality, in reason, yet bonded to one another in a way that even the girl could not write off. She'd seen it in her mind, that quick and agile brain working quick as hers, the inexplicable knowledge that this went further than fun, went further than mere hard work or experience... This was a bond not easily broken... And the girl was scared. Beyond all reasoning, beyond all words, the fear was shoved far into the back of her mind, where memories of the Other was kept, locked away so that none may see, kept under a security to rival Saddam's own, wherefore none may speak of her secret pain, the quiet, creeping sadness that poked up when she looked around...

Dark brown eyes soften as the apple comes near her velvet nose, appreciating the quiet crunch of the apple as the door slips open. A race it is, eh? That sly look comes into hte mares eyes, as she spies the other girl, the dark-haired one going into the Friends stall. A brush run quickly over thin skin, silky fur, a saddle placed quickly atop, and a snap as her teeth stop short from the girl's arm, which flicks into the air, threatening to smack at her, the threat always there, never coming true. That darned girth... what was the point of a piece of leather around ehr belly, stopping her breath? It did not make running any easier... Ah, yes, she let it out a bit, but not too much. How nice...

Down the driveway, hooves clip-clopping loudly atop the driveway in a lively beat, as she prances abck and forht, the girl sitting quietly atop her back, allowing her her fun. Bugsy ahead, quietly picking her way to the road... Across the bridge, a jump, as per usual, at the sound of water rushing udner hre feet, the girl still sitting quietly, calmly, awaiting the moment of freedom that she knows is coming... It's sunday. There are no trucks today, and the sand hills are theirs....

The wind whips through her mane, sending it back, stinging, into the girl's face, the bti tight agaisnt her teeth, hlding her back from the speed she wants to go... A sshe catches up, gaining, gaining, gaining on the Friend... And she's past!!! The reins go slack, and the girl is hunched over her neck, urging her to ever fasater speeds, ever stronger strides, ever longer hoofbeats. She's flying, and she hasn't reached her limit yet, she hasn't reached her peak... The sand beneath her feet is soft, giving easily beneath her racing hooves, hind legs bunching as her father's before her, as in his finest race, he swept under the finish line, the best in Europe... All this goes through the girl's mnd, as she rides, dreaming atop the mare's back, her mind enver more concentrated, her face never more intencse, her eyes never bluer, her mouth never set more determinedly... Yet she dream, dreaming of the races Dan was bred for, the screaming fans they swept by. The dream is no better than the reality, that she's rocketing along on this little mare who's jsut proven she's the fastest in the barn, the hardest to handle, the sweetest to love.