Time For Shining(Open)

[Henley]

Lilly looked around happily. She needed some new tack to reward Lyme for yet another victory in show jumping. She had 15 blue ribbons now. It was time for a new bit, bridle, halter, saddle, saddle pad, and a couple new leg wraps. She still was overwhelmed by the amount of ribbons her and Lyme had won. She smiled as she looked around. She found a twisted wire bit and quickly snatched it up. It was the last gold one. She then grabbed a black leather headstall with gold thread stitching. She saw that two straps crosssing acrods the bridge of her nose. It would losen the grip of the bit and make her listen better. She grabbed a dark leather jumping saddle, with a absorbent think padded blanket. She went to the clerk and quickly brought out her credit card.

[kkgirl]

`LAKE BUNDY
i think i know what you’re getting at

Lake pulled up to the tack store in his beat-up, red pickup truck. He hadn’t been in Silver Moon that long, but the handsome young man knew he needed to start settling in. Because of his sudden move, L was not able to bring any of his prized horses with him. It was something that struck a chord in him, but Lake also knew that he had left them in capable hands. He couldn’t think about that, though. If he dwelled too much on his reasons for coming here, he’d be entangled in harsh memories. Not that his whole life had been terrible—there were beautiful moments—but a lot of it circled around various kinds of abuse. But Lake was a glass-half-full kind of guy. Constantly trying to find the brightside of everything, and always being there to comfort others. Lake realized he’d been gripping the steering wheel tightly, scarred knuckles going white. With a loud exhaling of breathe, he let go of the wheel and pulled his keys out of the ignition. They jangled loudly as he got out and tucked them firmly into his back pocket. What was the fair-haired man looking for? The appropriate tack for training a horse. He had yet to find one at the auctions, but he planned on returning to test out his luck once again. But hell, he should be prepared before he bought the horse, not after. The door tinkled as he opened it, and Lake stepped confidently into the dimly-lit store. His beat-up Chuck Taylors didn’t make a sound as he moved silently through the building. L may have come into the tack shop for his future horse, but he was met with the fantasy of a future relationship. She was stunning, and the bright red hair she had was hypnotizing; he’d always had a thing for red-heads. Instead of shopping around, he grabbed a soda and some gum and got in line behind the young lady. His blue eyes watched her shyly, flicking between her and the cashier.