Emily Woodstock | 30F | Yarra and Destiny |

A little sigh came out of Emily as she watched her horse walk into the stall without a fight "I bet someone could go for some yummy oats and a biscuit of hay" she smiled as she walked into the stall and unclipped the saddle bags of supplies and the day's harvest off the saddle and placing them on the corner of the open gate before returning to the mare's side "okay here we go" she took a deep breath in as she unbuckled the girth of the Stock Saddle, releasing all the tension on the mare. The mare became relaxed knowing her day was done. Emily tucked up the stirrups and the girth then placed her hand under the saddle pad and pull the saddle with the pads off and walked out of the barn to a saddle stand that was just in front of Destiny's stall. She exhaled pretty dramatically, realizing even tho she was 30... Things were now getting a bit harder for herself "deary deary me... It doesn't get easier from here aye" she sighed as she returned to the mare, removing the breastplate and sliding the bridle off which was a bit of a hassle as Destiny oddly had a habit of not giving the bit.

Yarra sat patiently at the gate watching all the nearby horses stick their heads out of the stall, curious about what's happening outside.

"Come on Destiny... Give it...." Emily sounded a little frustrated as she tried many ways to get her to give the bit then eventually she let go "Thank ... You..." She muttered a little before going back to the saddle stand and placing the bridle and breastplate on the saddle and walking down to the feed room and grabbing a bucket and filled it with oats, chaff and some other feed supplements. Grabbing a biscuit of hay and making her way back to the stall... Humming a little tune as she made her way back.