Silly Girl

Trying out for Krokus, one of the seasonal art auctions over at Celtic-Warlander. My scanner hardcore ate the colors but I don't have a program to try fix it.

Leslie was incredibly excited when she had heard of the Celtic Warlander auction. Training with Banshee was coming along nicely and Hermes, while still stealing things from the tack room, was settling in nicely. The pair were the pride and joy of Greene Acres and had quickly cemented her love of the breed. Today it was not her intention to purchase another horse, but to make connections (and maybe arrange some future breedings). Upon arriving at the stables hosting the sale she was given a pamphlet listing the horses. There seemed to be a commotion on one side of the barn so she grabbed her lead rope and halter and started in the opposite direction. Coming up to the first stall Les finds a red roan mare staring at the door. She lets herself in and coos at the mare. "Hey there pretty lady... Want to take a walk with me?" Reaching out to the mare she shifts away mischievously. "Oh come on now girl. You don't want to get out of your stuffy stall?" Les tries again but once again the mare shifts away with a little buck. "Ma'am." Leslie crosses her arms. "You know I was really excited about you. That Xue is so pretty..." During her research Les had found out about regional variants, a tempting breeding challenge she was taking note of for later. The idea of owning one already was tempting... but she already had two horses she was working herself. "You know what girlie, if you don't want to go for a walk that's on you." Leslie turns to leave and just as she is about to touch the door she feels a tug on her heel. "Hey!" The roan had latched onto the cuff of her jeans, nibbling playfully. Leslie sighs. "Oh so you're a playful one eh?" Les reaches a hand up to ruffle the mare's mane. "Shall we start over then silly girl?"