It'd been forever since she'd done dressage. She'd done it while she was still in middle school. She thought for a moment, and finally, one the the moves came to her. Eh....Flying change... she thought to him. She couldn't remember how to direct him with her legs, so thinking it was much, much easier.

Despite the smaller pen they were in, Snowfire completed the move perfectly. He pranced excitedly as he remembered his years of training. He turned in a tight circle in the pen, nickering.

Chelsea laughed, and patted him on the neck. Whoa boy. I think it's time I took you to your new home. There'll be a bigger ring. She said. She played with his mane, twirling the strands on hair with her finger.

Snowfire's ears flicked back towards Chelsea and moved towards the gate, eager to get out of the pen. He didn't unsterstand everything she said, but he understood enough.

She jumped off his back as he was heading toward the gate. She slipped out of the pen, and was gone a couple minutes, before a y large trailer backed up to the gate. Chelsea jumped out of the cab, and came around the trailer. She opened the door to the trailer, and went inside, coming back out with a better leadrope a stablehand had given her, with still hung on the fence. She clipped it to Snowfire's halter, and tugged, wanting him to follow her into the trailer. (Kindof a fail. Have annoying sisters bugging the schnitzels outta me.)

(I know how that feels -_-)

Snowfire took one look at the trailor and jerked back on the lead, quickly retreating to the back of the pen. He used to walk straight onto a trailor, but had become wary of trailors ever since he was stolen from his old home. They only seemed to lead to starvation and abuse. He snorted and tossed his head, suddenly fearful.

Chelsea patted his neck. It's okay. The trailer won't hurt you. Nor will it take you to one of those horrible places. She said, trying to sooth him. She petted his neck, and hummed. She stopped humming, for she had an idea. Hoe would you like it if I rode you home instead? I rented the trailer form this place. She said.

Despite Chelsea's soothing tone, Snowfire didn't move an inch towards the trailor. His ears flicked towards her as she spoke and he tossed his head. Anything sounded better than getting in the trailor.

Chelsea smiled, and climbed onto the back. There was just enough space to squeeze in between the fence and the trailer. C'mon, boy. Let's get home. She said, clucking her tongue, and kicking his sides lightly.

The moment Chelsea's feet touched his sides, Snowfire darted through the space between the gate and the trailer. He cantered down the row of loading pens and slowed to a stop when he emerged from behind the sale barn. There were trucks and trailers lined up to pick up the newly sold horses. He pranced nervously as he waited for Chelsea to tell him where to go.

Chelsea enjoyed greatly the few moments it took to get from the pen to the trailer. She almost wondered why they'd stopped. Oh. Duh. She wasn't sure if he was trained to respond to the knees or the reins, so she squeezed with her left knee (It's been a while since I've ridden by controlling with my legs, so I can't really remember how XD) hoping he'd go the right way. (Fail)

Snowfire quickly turned to his left and started moving at a quick trot. He darted between the front of one truck and the back of another trailer and paused when he came to a gravel road. He turned his head to look back at Chelsea, waiting for direction.

She sighed contentedly, smiling. She squeezed with her right knee, and clucked her tongue. A chestnut gelding came out of no where, and she shook her head. Geo was always following her around. She waved a hand, and he walked ahead, as if to show where Snowfire had to go.

Snowfire snorted in surprise when a gelding showed up. He felt Chelsea's comand and turned right. He realized the gelding was leading and trotted up to the other horse's side, but kept his distance.

Geo walked quickly, but for some odd reason, he didn't move faster. Maybe it was because he wanted to check Snowfire out. Geo was one of...er...the only mean horse the the stables. Especially to Eight Belles. Chelsea snapped out of her day dreams, and payed more attenion to Geo, who was eyeing Snowfire rather...oddly. She glraed, and he walked ahead.


(Should I start a topic in Whispering Willows Stables?)

(Yeah)

Snowfire noticed Geo watching him and turned his attention to the gelding. He pinned his ears back and tossed his head as a warning to the other horse. He wasn't known for getting into fights at his old stable, but he had been known for not refusing a challenge.