Chelsea thanked him before he left, and turned to Snowfire. Let's get you into a stall. She said. She opened a door, and tugged lightly on the lead rope. Belles was next to him, for extra support if needed.

(I...suck....)

Snowfire was slow to react when she tugged on the lead rope, but he finally moved forward. His hooves felt heavy as he stumbled forward. He held his head low. He felt extremely tired and even his instincts felt dull.

Belles suddenly pressed against Snowfire to help him into the stall. Once he was in (<-- Just guessing he was in there o3o) Chelsea shut and latched the stall door, and leaned against the door, watching Snowfire worriedly, along with Belles.

The normally proud white Arabian finally looked like the emaciated horse he had become. His sides heaved in a heavy sigh as his head drooped low enough his muzzle almost touched the floor of the stall. His ribs were visible through his white coat and only his constant running in his stall at the sale barn had kept his muscles toned.

Chelsea sighed. The poor boy. She would've cried, but she'd so many horses like this, the tears had long since stopped coming. She patted him, before leading Belles into the stall next to him. She needed sleep, and she figured Snowfire would want some company while Chelsea slept. Chelsea walked over to a cot she usually kept in the barn, and laid on it, falling asleep rather quickly. She wanted to be there when he woke up, but she was exhausted.

It took several hours for the sedative to finally wear off. The drug had lasted longer in his weakened body than it should have, but he slowly started to stir. His ears flickered and he lifted his head to look around slightly disoriented. He nickered softly and shook himself. He moved to the front of the stall and hung his head over the door, looking for Chelsea. He didn't remember coming into the stall and his hooves felt odd.

Belles noticed Snowfire begin to wake, and she whinnied, which caused Chelsea to scream, and fall off the cot. She lifted herself off the ground, and scowled. She rubbed her shoulder, as she'd landed on it, before walking over to Snowfire's stall. How are you, boy? She asked, patting him gently. She could tell he was still a bit groggy. She checked the time on her cell, and gasped. The farrier had said an hour for the sedative to wear off, but instead, it had taken several. But, she understood. Snowfire was so skinny, and malnourished. He probably needed that sleep, even if it was medically induced.

When Chelsea screamed and fell, Snowfire had panicked. His groggy mind had instantly imagined a threat nearby. He pawed at the stall door and let out a frightened snort. When he saw her come up to his stall and felt her touch he calmed down, but his eyes continued to search for any threats. His nostrils flaring to catch any odd scent.

Chelsea whispered, though even she didn't know what she was saying. After he calmed, she chuckled. It's alright, boy. No one's going to hurt you, or me. There's only four of us in here, and Geo's in his stall. She said, quietly. She continued to stroke him, and she hummed quietly. (Sorry. Muse died >.<)

Once he was sure that what Chelsea had said was true he hung his head over the stall door and nuzzled her arm. He shook his head as if trying to shake off the fog that still hovered over his thoughts and nickered, wondering what all had happened.

(Shall we show him soon? C:<)

Chelsea petted him, her mind taking her to random places,memories. She sighed, and suddenly hugged Snowfire's head. I'm glad I found you. She said, with a muffled voice. (Fail)

(Wanna skip a few weeks?)

Snowfire let out a snort of surprise when she hugged his head, but didn't pull away. He nickered softly and pressed his head against her. He was grateful that she had found him as well.

(Sure why not.)

(Aaannnnddd..... GO!)

Chelsea walked into the barn, followed, of course, by Belles. Chelsea looked unusually nice, with a white blouse and dress pants. She'd just come home from church, and had gone to see the horses. She normally changed, but she was eager to visit her most recent addition. He'd been coming along geart these past few weeks, and she was confident they'd be able to show him soon. She'd brought him a treat of peppermints and sugar cubes, although there weren't any sugar cubes left, due to Belles. Chelsea reached the stallions stall, and tapped lightly on the top of his stall door. How's my good boy? She said, beaming. (Bleh)

Snowfire had been gaining weight and strength over the past few weeks until he was finally back to his former glory. The farrier had come back about a week ago to put shoes on his hooves and it had gone better than the first time. The man had had to blind fold the stallion, but had not had to use a sedative. Snowfire heard someone approaching the barn and instantly recognized Chelsea and Belles before they even reached his stall. He let out a loud whinny in greeting when he saw them at his stall door. He pranced forward and hung his head over the door, nuzzling Chelsea's arm.

Chelsea was delighted to hear Snowfire greet her and Belles. She rubbed his forehead when he nuzzled his arm, and Belles nickered in greeting. She pulled the peppermints out of her pocket, and a few were stolen by Belles, who got tapped on the nose. These aren't for you. She said. She looked back at Snowfire. How would you like to go to a show soon? She asked with a smile (Would the show be in the Show Dome forum, or here?))

(We can just keep it in this one if you want.)

When Belles stole some of the peppermints, Snowfire snorted in amusement and stretched his neck over the stall door to pull at her mane before prancing back away from the door, snatching the rest of the candy from Chelsea's hand at the same time. There was a mischievous look in his eyes. The moment the stallion heard Chelsea's words, his ears perked up and he let out an excited whinny, tossing his head.

(Mkaykay.)

Belles would have nipped back at him, but the stupid stall door got in her way. she huffed, and stood there with a scowl. Chelsea, on the other hand, was overjoyed. She laughed as Snowfire gave a whinny, and shook her head slightly. She hadn't know a horse to be this excited over being in a show, or racing. Not even Belles, who was a monster on the track. Not just in the running sense. She sometimes would bully other horses, but not much. Chelsea reached a hand over the door to pet the stallion. She'd have to start getting him ready, since the show was soon. (Hm. Should she train him a bit? Or, is he good enough for her? )

(A little bit of warm up training and then they can probably go.)

Snowfire looked over at Belles, amusement clear in his eyes. He nickered when Chelsea reached forward to pet him and lifted his muzzle to nudge her hand.

Chelsea petted him absentmindedly , thinking forward to the training she'd have to put the stallion through. He could probably use the practice, she hadn't ridden him since the day she'd gotten him.

Snowfire let out an eager nicker and pushed his head gently against Chelsea. He was ready to get out of his stall and stretch his legs.

Chelsea smiled, and grabbed his halter from a hook next to his stall. She'd gone with purple when she bought it, because it went nice with his coat. Plus the fact that it was the color of kings. She slipped the halter over his head after walking into his stall. She pulled gently on the lead rope, asking him to follow.

Snowfire had stood still when Chelsea had put the halter on him and attached the lead rope. When she pulled on the rope he was barely able to keep himself from charging out of the stall. He held his head high with his neck arched as he pranced, his ears pricked forward and his tail lifted slightly. If someone were to even glance at him it would have been obvious to them that he was a purebred Arabian. Being at Chelsea's had given him back his strength and most of his confidence although he was still easily spooked by other people.

Chelsea led the stallion to the cross ties, and clipped the ropes to his halter. Belles had wandered off somewhere, so she didn't need to worry about being distracted by her. Chelsea gave Snowfire a good brushing, before grabbing the new saddle, bridle, saddle pad, and leg wraps she'd bought for him. She'd gotten the pad and wraps in purple, to match his halter. She was about to set the pad onto his back, but she realized she'd forgotten to clean his hooves. She was still a bit weary, since she knew how he was about his feet.

Snowfire stood as still as he could when she clipped the ropes onto his halter and brushed him. He was prancing around by the time she got ready to place the saddle pad on his back, but when he saw her look down at his hooves he froze. He let out a weary snort and let his head drop as low as he could with the two ropes tied to his head. He stayed like that for a moment before shifting his weight and lifting one of his front hooves.

Chelsea felt bad. She knew that it scared him, having his hooves touched, but she couldn't keep letting him fear her touch. He'd have to get used to people around his hooves, whether he liked it or not. She gently grabbed the hoof, and ever so gently began scraping the dirt from his hooves. She'd taken note of his expression when she'd looked down, and she'd told him she was sorry. As soon as I'm done, we can go for a ride. She assured him. (What "event" is Snowfire disciplined in?)