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(Hey, I'm sorry I haven't been responding a lot lately. I have no WiFi, and phone hotspot doesn't work on my laptop.) "I was just askin'." She stated, starting to walk away. |
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(all good) Marco let out a quiet sigh, waiting until his mind was only foggy and not thundering before returning back to his work. |
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Liliana was in an arena, working one of her stallions on a lunge line. |
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Marco eventually finished what he was doing, seeing Liliana and remembering his old mare-Puma. |
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Liliana soon finished, and brushed the stallion down, cooling him off. |
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Later that night, Marco was still up around 2 AM--searching and searching for the mare before finding her. He placed a bid, winning it and silently celebrating. The next morning at around 8 AM, he awoke to his alarm. - If, Liliana was up, he walked over to her or into whatever room she was in--and asked if she had a open stall. If the woman questioned, all Marco said was 'reasons'. - If she was not awake, he made breakfast and went to go practice for Finals. |
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Liliana was downstairs, frying up some bacon, having already made a majority of breakfast. |
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He was about to walk past but cauht himself on the kitchen doorframe, leaning on it as he walked in. "Hey..." Marco started, seeing the food. "Uh, do you have any stalls open? " |
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"Yeah, a lot of 'em. Why?" She asked. |
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"Bought me my old mare back, gonna go get her real quick." He explained, heading out. Eventually, he pulled back in, a bay mare pawing in the trailer. |
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Windy with Flurries
