[[ Before I start, I want to let y'all know that I mainly write in first person, and I'm not particularly used to third person. I have written in it before, it's just not my favorite. So if I accidently slip up a few times and use the wrong perspective, I'm sorry!! Lol ]]
Eryss just shook her head, and turned to head back to the house, muttering to herself and she made her way to the barn door, "No, no, she couldn't have. She's just an auction horse, two years old. Nope, I must have left the gate open. I won't next time..." She ran straight into her grandfather, as her head was down as she spoke to herself. She backed up quickly, looking up at him as he giggled to himself. "Whaddaya up to there, Eryss?" He asked her, a cute smile across his face. Eryss just shook her head, displeased with having to interact. She wasn't fond of all of the contact she was forced to be put into with her adults. The only person on the farm she really loved to spend time with was her grandma.
Her grandmother had always been there for her. She recalled memories from when she was little, her gram taking her out for ice cream after soccer practice. Even after she quit soccer when she was eight, her gram would still take her out for ice cream on Sundays, up until the day Eryss and her parents moved from Oregon to Detroit. Eryss was upset, but her mom had to go there for work, and her dad couldn't protest it since his family lived about an hour from the big city. Eryss became okay with the city soon enough, with guidance from her father, whom she was very attached to, until they were forced apart forever. Micheal Linsford was killed in a fatal shooting in a bank when Eryss Linsford was only ten years old. She was devastated, and quickly got involved with crime. After a few too many incidents, the family found themselves back here.
Her grandfather looked at her quizzically now, noticing she had zoned out, "Eryss? I asked you a question," he reminded her. She snapped out of it, looked up at her grandpa, "Oh, just playing with Aspen. I got her in her stall! Want to come see her?" Her voice was shaky, for the memory of her father had reminded her of a sadness. She was going to head to the house, but now she decided she would prefer a distraction. "That's actually what I was out here for," her grandfather explained, "It's time for your very first riding lesson! But not on Aspen, you and your mother will break her together. I want you to know how to ride so that you can get her broke, though. So I figured we best get started!" After checking on Aspen, the pair head over to a large palomino, Eryss' grandmother's horse. Her name was Sol, and she was definitely one of the most gentle horses in the barn. Most beautiful, too, Eryss decided.
Grandfather taught Eryss how to tack up the mare, and the three of them walked out to the small outdoor arena that the grandparents had built when Eryss' mother was young. Grandfather had decided to start Eryss out riding Western, since that's what everyone else rode in her family. Eryss mounted Sol slowly and gently, careful not to pull on the horse's back, as her grandfather had instructed. Soon enough, mother and gram walked out and stood on the edge of the fence, watching the new pair in their first lesson together.
Someone else care to take it from there?
~ When I Die, Remember Me By My Horses ~
* Because They Are Responsible *
.: For Letting Me Live :. (c) xJumperx