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Post by SydneyandStorm on Feb 10, 2013 11:08:56 GMT -6
.Better to Be.
Show Name: Better to Be Barn Name: Betsy Breed: Quarter pony Height: 13.3 Gender: Mare Age: 22 Color: Bay Markings: None Rider Age Level: 5+ Disciplines: English - Hunter jumper, 2' Personality: Betsy is that crabby mare that no one is particularly fond of in the barn, but is thoroughly cherished in the ring. She's not too friendly towards other horses and if a little kid pulls too hard on her halter she'll pin her ears, but she'd never bite a child (maybe a horse). However, she's a lovely riding horse who'll run right into a fence and wait there patiently with her nose smashed against the wood if a child steers her towards it and doesn't ask for her to move away. She's completely reliable, though due to her older age, she can only jump up to 2'. History: Betsy was Dylan's personal pony and first horse when he was young. He eventually outgrew her, naturally, but held on to her throughout the years and she has lived at NYRS her entire life. Owner: NYRS Students/riders:
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Post by SydneyandStorm on Apr 14, 2013 13:40:24 GMT -6
"He-y, Betsy," Dylan murmured affectionately, walking into the quarter pony's stall and tugging gently on her mane. He grinned at her sleepy eyes and poured her food into her bucket, watching as she woke herself up and stumbled over to her green-colored food bucket. The green complemented her nicely -- Betsy had green everything, green brushes, green blankets, green halters, green saddle pads, and a slightly green happy mouth bit, stained from multiple incidences when a scrawny little child was unable to pull Betsy's head up once the mare decided that she wanted to graze. He'd be getting her a new one soon. Seeing that she was satisfied with her meal, he went on to brush her, taking her (green) curry comb and rubbing it in circles over her shoulder -- snake -- Betsy whipped her head around and glared, eyes glittering, ears pinned. She had forgotten for a moment that Dylan was not, in fact, an ignorant and easily frightened little child, and Dylan glowered at her until she turned back around and went back to eating. He opened his mouth to chide her then closed it, smiling in spite of himself as he knew it wouldn't do any good. She ignored the rest of his grooming, despite her ears flicking back every now and then, and Dylan gave her a quick pat before leaving her to her stall.
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