Made of Starstuff

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

Cara took her time just running her hands over the mare's body, keeping her breathing even and her hands soft, yet firm enough that the mare would feel the touch, rather than get irritated as she would with a fly landing on her skin. As her hands worked, she listened to the question that was asked by another student and she nodded at the answer, knowing that with groundwork, she would get a good handle on the mare she would be working with.

She decided that she would spend that night setting up a journal for the mare, after she had read through all of the information she had been given on the pretty brown mare. She'd never worked with a mare on the breeding side of things, though she knew that there would be a lot involved and she wanted to do as much research on the topic as possible, which would mean a few more hours spent in the library, looking through the stacks. Yes, she could use the internet, but she liked doing her research the old-fashioned way, as there was nothing like the feel of paper and computers were a little emotionless for her liking - which was funny since it came from the girl who buried her emotions so she couldn't even feel them.

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Jackson listened intently to the man’s words. If he felt confident, was the key phrase in that sentence, the boy was beginning to feel confident in the saddle, especially in the western saddle and slowly but surely in the English as well. He would have to make the decision when he came to the situation on what he was going to do. He nodded to Sir Solomon and said, ”Thank you.”

Jackson turned away and found his way back to Char’s stall this time entering it. He held his hand out for the mare to smell it. He didn’t want to take her out of her stall just yet; he wanted to get to know her. He knew what the paper said but it didn’t go into detail like actions could. From what he could tell he thankfully didn’t get assigned to a permanent grouchy mare that just hated life at that point in her pregnancy. It seemed that Char’s only thing was that running was her life and nothing was going to stop her.

Jackson ran his hand down the mare’s face and her neck. The mare let out a breath as if she was relaxed, the boy ran his hands over her bloody shoulder, he didn’t go further back than her shoulder as he didn’t know he she was comfortable with anything else being touched and he could work with her outside the stall where he could move further away from her.