Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: Suffolk, England, UK
As we put the handmade rope 'bridles' on, we headed out to Gellionen Mountain. We hadn't ridden up tere since the accident. That's where we once lived.
Me, Issy, Erin, Mother and her horse Blue lived in a huge house at the top of the Welsh mountain. But one day, Mother rode out on Blue and never came back. So, when the Farmer we rented the house off found out we weren't paying, he threw us out. We walked all the way down the mountain and found a nice area by the river and build a few stalls and a bedroom there. But we all wondered what happened to Mother...
"Come on guys, let's face our fears. These guys have, and look at them now!" Issy said. "Yup, come on, Erin!" I replied. "NO WAY! I'm not coming. No sir!" Erin Exclaimed, and headed off in the opposite direction.
"Omygawd! ERIN get back here!" I shouted. Reluctantly, she pulled Rebel round and followed us up the mountain.
Erin's the youngest, at 11 years old and elbow-length brown, curly hair, with blue eyes and the funniest personality i'd ever seen.
Issy (Isabelle) was next; she had an air of calmness about her, but she was extremely clumsy, and was always falling over things, like rocks, grass and even nothing. She had straight, ginger/brown hair down to her waist.
I was the oldest, and I was probably the most organised and kept everyone together. I had elbow hair, like Erin, and pin straight Ginger/brown hair like Issy.