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(Yeah Ghost don't judge! XD) Lyra nodded before hearing a terrorizing sound... Of a horse "W-What was that...!?" Lyra asked, it was clear she'd been watching scary movies the night before, when she peeped out the window she saw a faint shape through the rain, the shape was more horse like than anything else, she could barely see his coat, but soon recognized him as Whiskey "Uh-Oh... Briea? I think something's wrong! I think Whiskey is out there... And where the hell is Chloe!?" She asked getting up "I need to go to my cabin to get my raincoat, meet you out there?" She asked not waiting for a answer, she flung the door open and flew out into the rain, she went back to cabin 4 and grabbed her coat, she also brought the umbrella. Lyra ran out to the river but Whiskey was gone... She stopped and listened carefully, finally hearing Whiskeys scary whinnies coming from down stream "Oh no what if something's wrong!?" She said running down to the sound, she stroked Whiskey's neck as she came up to him "Hey boy... Why are you out here?" She asked the soaking stallion, she soon caught sight of Chloe... Laying there by the bank "Oh my God... Chloe?" She asked frantically, she pulled Chloe away from the water, she clicked with her mouth to Whiskey asking for him to stand still. Lyra picked up Chloe, and laid her gently on Whiskey's back, she slipped two fingers into his halter and coaxed him forward "We need to get her inside where it's warm and there's a first aid kit" She yelled to Briea to get the stuff ready, once they got to the cabin Lyra used Briea's help to take Chloe inside and laid her on the bed "Okay okay I need to clean the blood. Briea? Go put Whiskey in... The indoor Dressage arena!" Lyra instructed with a nod, she figured the reason Whiskey was out in the first place was because he must've been locked in his stall... And she remembered first meeting Chloe and hearing about Whiskey's past, so she thought Whiskey might like his freedom in the indoor Dressage arena where there was plenty of space. Lyra went back to focusing on Chloe's head injury, wiping the blood with a warm towel then using a small bandage to cover up the split, she then left Chloe to rest and went back to her cabin
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Whiskey watched Chloe bee taken away. He reared up as high as he could and neighed. Whiskey was still panicking. He wished someone or something was here with him so he wasn't so lonely.
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(Oooohhhhh hold up) Lyra looked outside at poor Whiskey, even HE seemed worried -He must be making it hard for Briea to lead him away from Angel- she thought as she tended to the cuts _________ Mystery The mare was absolutely DONE with being cramped in a stall, so she had chewed through the ties, then kicked the stall door open and pranced trotted out happily stretching her legs. Her ears flickered around pin-pointing a sound... Whiskey? Mystery looked at Ghost and the stall next to him. Whiskey was gone -Oh boy... I gotta go... Out there!?- Mystery HATED storms, but most of it had passed, and her stable friend was somewhere out there, so Mystery took a deep breath and charged out into the rain, a whinny escaping as her new pink stable blanket got soaked and cold, she shivered but didn't retreat. She pushed on looking for Whiskey, she followed the panicked sounds till she was closer to him "Whiskey?... Are you okay?" She asked walking closer to examine him
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briea tossed on her coat it was still wet then she put he roping saddle on ghost and grabbed a halter and lead she loped out to the river she put the halter on whiskey and lead him away putting him in the stall with a cooler then did the same with ghost after she untacked him then she ran out to get mystery
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Mystery watched Whiskey get brought away with a halter, she silently followed wanting to get out of the rain
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Whiskey reared up as briea tried to lead him away. He didn't want to go. He kept whinnying to Chloe hopeing she'd wake up. He kept pulling back on the lead till the clip broke. He then stood over near Chloe before laying down next to her.
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Mystery stood there looking at poor Whiskey and Chloe "Will she... Be okay?" She asked quietly
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Chloe coughed. She woke up and sat up. whiskey looked at her and nuzzled her back. (She lives again 😂)
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(YAYAYAYAY) Mystery nodded, happy that Chloe was still alive, she cantered in circles neighing to get Lyra out, Lyra came out of her cabin seeing Mystery out of the stables!? It had finally stopped raining but still. Lyra walked over to Mystery "Whoa Mystery, what is it girl?" She asked, Mystery looked at Chloe's cabin, the door was open. Lyra walked to the door and saw Whiskey inside!? And Chloe was sitting "Oh. Chloe!" She said running inside "Briea get in here!" She yelled out looking at Chloe "So... How do you feel?" She asked getting her a glass of water
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Chloe looked up. She then ploped down on her back. "Dunno" she said. "Good considering" whiskey tossed his head and trotted outside. He cantered to mystery his cotton soaked.
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