» Daddy, tell me what to say and what to do. Tell me my answers are right and help me through this weakness. Help me help her. Help me help myself. A silent prayer to the worldto her farther as she rocked forward and back, bouncing just a little in the saddle as Ellise moved underneath her, all four feet gliding over the terrain in a happy gait. He had been in his stall too long. Jennel had been in her room too long. One hand loosely gripping the reins, she let him take her where he wished and let her mind wander. She wasn't much of a dreamer anymore, most of the time her spacing out was just that. Nothing to think about, just empty thoughts that left her so she wouldn't have to think. Yet, today it was harder to loose concentration and she let her hands fall slightly, just barely keeping a hold of the reins so Ellise still knew she was with him in body, in mind, probably not. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back just a little, sending him into a slower walk accompanied by a snort. "Ellise..", she reprimanded but the horse remained silent. He always remained silent. But, her voice was soft and even if you were close, you wouldn't hear her. You would see her though. It had been a long time since she had actually changed into full gear, yet it was minimal.

» She sat upon Ellise, the chestnut prince, dressed in nothing but a double bridle and the dressage saddle her father had used, underneath was the white saddlepad with ES inscribed upon it in green letters. Jennel was dressed accordingly, her upper half covered by a dark blue underarmor shirt and her bottom half clad in white breeches, with boots gleaming in the dull winter sun. Her shoulder length hair pulled back in a messy bun while her gloved hands kept themselves busy. Sighing, she swung her head around and pulled back. Ellise followed orders like a true gentlemen and stopped. She watched in surprise. What was Brittany thinking? Yes, Jennel was as cold as the melting snow around her, but she still knew that the poor creature didn't deserve that. But she kept her mouth shut and watched the whole performance all the way until her cousin stormed out of the arena and toward a stree leaving poor Oliver fending for himself. "Alright, Oliver", she sighed, rising up off her saddle and jumping down onto the ground. The moist gravel making a satisfying crunch under her heals. With a saddened look gracing her pretty face, she tied Ellise to the fence and walked in to retrieve Oliver. Carefully, she looked at him. He looked horrible but nothing a little rest wouldn't help. Picking up on his reins, she walked him back to where Ellise was standing.

» Then, with a horse in each hand, she started off to the tree line. Her heels making noises along with the horses hooves behind her. She had been around horses a great deal yet she was always surprised how they tried so hard. It was a warm day. A good day. Trying to find a smile, she slowly came to a halt a meter away from her cousin and stood there for a moment, looking at her curiously yet her eyes were sheilded. "You left someone behind you know..", she said, keeping each gloved hand around the reins of each horse and somehow keeping a straight face when Ellise put his nose near her neck, his warm breath tickling her. He was still a bloody fool. But he was her bloody fool. She could never dream, even with her new zombie outfit, of treating him like what she had just seen yet, who was she to judge? Brittany had lost both parents, she had only lost one. And everyone knew she depended on them for everything and now that they were gone, they left her spoiled little ass here with her and her mother. Always could use the help around the stables her mother had said. Yet, Brittany never helped. She just practiced being a bitch all day.

» What do you do when the sky falls down at the ground opens up underneath you? What do you do when the rain keeps on falling and everyone you know has drowned? What do you do when your best friend dies, your father is crushed to death and your brother is left in a wheelchair for the rest of his life and you know it was your fault. If you hadn't been driving to that contest, if you hadn't had your best friend in the back. If he hadn't been impaled on the twisted and broken metal. What do you do when all this is done and you see something wrong yet you can't seem to find the words to say no. The strength to grab ahold of someone and shake them till their bones rattle? What do you do? Jennel really had no clue, standing there trying to find the answers that weren't even there to start with. She hadn't expected what came out of her cousin's mouth, yet it did and she didn't retort. She even loosened her grip on the reins when she yanked Oliver out of her grip. She never said a word as the clearly tired aching pony was forced away. She didn't fight anymore, just accepted the way it was yet seeing Brittany fall off that cliff and take her pony with her made her sick.

» Taking a deep breath and letting it out of her nose, she decided to go on pursuit to Ellise's pleasure. With a leap and a hop, she was on his back again, seated in her father's saddle and eating up distance between Oliver and herself until she passed him up and slowed down a little. "What the hell do you think you are doing Brittany? Can't you see what you are doing to him?", she snapped, yet it was still frozen. And than, she did something she probably wouldn't have done any other time. She slid to a halt and glared at her cousin. "Brittany, you no good bitch! Your gonna kill him!", she screamed, the first bit of emotion she had felt in over a year resinating in her tone. She secretly hoped that was enough to get her cousin to turn around and confront her. She knew she had a vicious temper.

» Yet she was surprised at how easy Ellise had caught on and stood tall and straight, his ears forward and alert as his nostrils and sides flared slightly, just enough to get his heart going. "Good boy," she whispered, loosening her grip on his reins and letting his head flip upward so she could scratch him inbetween the eyes. He tried so hard and was the last present her father had ever gotten her. He was her replacement Mooch but he was also more than that. He was her only friend that stuck with her after the accident. She was so lucky she hadn't decided to put him and mooch in the same trailor. She thanked destiny or fate or whatever crazy angel or god that was watching over her. Taking a deep breath, she waited, sitting firm a top him, her blue eyes watched Brittany like a tracker yet they were still veiled. Emotion may have been in her tone yet it had failed to warm her face. Daddy, what makes the horses run so fast? They run so fast because they try to keep up with the wind. They're mother and the lightning their father. Why do they love so much and try to hard? Well, Honey, you an only answer that question for yourself.