//Watching the Snow Fall\\ - Open

[Eathan J. Heath]

Eathan Heath


A dark haired man walked out to a snowy paddock. Or well two of them. Two side by side. one held a black horse, and the other a gold and white horse. Both whinnied when they saw him, but the black was the one he went for. "Hey boy. Come on Bird. let's go for a ride. Sorry Fire. Not today." he grinned at the snow. His long dark blue coat made him seem almost like someone from the American army in world war two. It was dark blue, and quite dashing.

He opened the gate, and the stallion came out, no halter or lead, and yet he followed his rider back to the stable, where his halter was placed on, he was dried off, brushed, and tacked up. Eathan ground mounted, and the coat settled over the back of the stallion's rump. Eathan even had the tack made to look like it was from the 1940's, so he was just going with theme. Though his boots, and jeans didn't quite fit it, but it was close. "Come on Bird. let's fly like the wind." he grinned as he trotted the black horse out of the stable yard and out into the trails.

The hanoverian stallion danced through the snow effortlessly. He'd acted in the snow before this was just for fun. The stallion bucked lightly in play, and his rider laughed. There was no point in checking him, the stallion was just spry. The big horse snorted as he settled down into the trail, moving easily forward.