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(Ok) (I'm going to find Grace Cloud so I can show you what she looks like after RO) Abby grinned as she walked Grace around. "Then don't worry. He's gone, I'm fine now, and this filly is amazing!" Abby leaned forward and let the filly. Grace tossed her head and snorted
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At the sight of Abby's grin Tyler looked the tiniest less bit worried, but he was still tense. He wasn't going to voice his fears to Abby though... since she was having such a good time. -What if he isn't gone? What if this happens again? What if next time I tackle him he has a gun? What if he doesn't leave us alone?- Te fretting thoughts ran through Tyler's head
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- Abby walked Grace to a small bale of hay and playfully slid off onto her back on the hay. Grace lowered her head and sniffed her face, her velvety nose tickling Abby. She pushed the fillies head away and sat up before she could come back for more. Abby shook her head. Tyler still looked nervous... Edited at June 2, 2023 02:18 PM by Sky Stables
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Pretty!)) - Tyler tried to calm his running mind, focusing on Abby. "I think she is a very nice horse, well trained." He commented quietly, though couldn't help It when his gaze kept straying out towards the forest
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"Funny though. I haven't started training her yet. I was surprised when she was this calm. Maybe she's just all tuckered out from running here and there?" Abby tilted her head at Tyler and saw him looking at the forest again. She walked over to the barn doors and closed them. "No more" she said then kissed him. "Focus on me, okay?" She whispered "unless, of course, you feel that is obsured. I can always open them up" Abby had this sad look in her eye as she finished her sentence. She didn't want him to panic so much that he starts seeing things out there and gets himself hurt fighting nothing. Abby knew a kid that had done that once. It didn't end well...
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He nodded vaguely at what Abby said, hearing her and agreeing... but not having enough attention to answer. When Abby closed the barn doors he looked at her. "I don't want anything to happen.." he trailed off as she kissed him. Tyler gave a small nod as a response, watching Abby with a slightly worried gaze. "No, you don't have to open them up. It's much more fun to focus on you." He offered a small smile, trying to forget about what had happened.
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"Ok then" she said as she raised her eyebrows then let them fall. She gave him a slight push on the shoulder before darting to the other side of the barn, hopping into ont of the empty stalls. She was glad the stall walls only went halfway to the ceiling. She quickly climbed the top and jumped to the next wall. There was a reason her mother called her a spider monkey
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Tyler decided to take his mind off of the things outside the barn, and focus what was inside the barn. Instead of using her creative technique, he just jumped straight up and grabbed onto a low hanging beam. When he thought low hanging, he thought like 8 feet straight up. Tyler then pulled himself up onto that and looked down at Abby. "Tada." He said with a small grin
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Abby's mouth fell open. She looked up and jumped up, grabbing one and climbing like she did on her tree above her mothers grave. She hung upside down for a minute as she tried to grip right and her shirt decided to follow gravity. The bottom of her shirt fell over her face and her stomach showed. She shrieked and pushed it back down, tucking it in the front of her pants. She pulled her self up and sat, one leg on either side of the beam. Abby smiled "my, I made one heck of a performance, didn't I?"
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Tyler watched what Abby did, but he wi fed at the shriek. "Not the end of the world, you don't have to make me go deaf." He commented with a slight smile, though it did take a moment to hear correctly again. "Beautiful performance. Bravo." Tyler half snorted, his head tilted. He then grabbed the beam and swung down, flying into the air, grabbing a beam ten feet over, and sitting on that one with a huff of air
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