x__sighing, Jennel felt slightly claustraphobic, her hands finishing the last buckle on Dem's double bridle before she led him out. He had been kept cooped up for a while only being ridden whenever Jennel got a chance that was short lived. She was dressed rather easily, with a light yellow t-shirt and breeches, her boots shined and gleaming just like Dem's tack. She had done a well job at it and it made her feel like she had succeeded in something. Smiling, she grabbed his reins and walked him out, his smokey sides rising and falling as he pranced about behind her, his neck arched nad his handsome face alert as were his ears that danced upon his nape. Light flaxen mane was loose and able to catch the light wind that blew past, smelling of rain that would come later in the evening. "Dem..come on now", she said, putting on foot in the stirrup and pulling herself onto his back and than gathering his reins in one hand as he moved forward to the training ring where she had left the gate open. Carefully, she warmed him up around the outside of the fencelines and bars, bouncing gracefully over his back as each step was smooth and fluid as if he were a feline. Yet, he was some type of miracle beast. "Sorry about being angry about you Dem", she said softly as she walked him into the middle of the ring and pulled back on the reins so he backed up to turn on his haunches.

x___smiling, she slowed him down to a walk after his workout and cooled him down around the fence lines. Yet, his attention span was easily distracted as Jennel saw 2 horses and a person come down the trails and into the stable area toward the pastures where the horses all lifted their heads curiously. Sighing, she tightened her hands on the reins and walked her and Dem out of the ring to where they stood, his sides covered in sweat from his workout yet his eyes remained alert. A foam had built up around his bit yet, now that he wasn't working anymore, he stood straight and walked smoothly with a happy gate to his step. "Hey there..", she said, putting a smile on her face and walking Dem and her up to Stephenie. Her blue eyes danced over the filly and the mare she recognized as the one that Dem had had that encounter with yet, when Dem reached out to her she pulled back on the reins and reprimanded him. "Whatcha need?", she asked, pushing her heels into the sides of Dem and made him side step away and he did as he was instructed and let his ears move about on his cranium. His breathing slowly calming down. Yet, his gaze watched the two other horses and he puzzled at them.

x__Jennel pursed her lips slightly, watching the scene unfold around her like a map. She even backed Dem up some more when the filly drew too close though Dem was obviously figuring out who the mare was yet, the filly held very little interest to him. He even went as far as trying to show off to Sueno, only to get a tug on the reins and a gruff sound in return by Jennel. He lowered his head and gave his: I'm a good boy look. And then the question came into play and Jennel's body stiffened slightly, her blue eyes searching Stephenies for a moment as her grip, without her knowing it, tightened around Dem's reins and caused his head to be held slightly too high. He tugged and she fell forward, catching herself a little less than gracefully on his mane and pulled herself upward again while he made a nickering noise, the horse equivialant of a laugh. "Uh, shut up..", she said, giving him a rather funny look and then turning to look back at the mare with scrutinizing eyes. Like she was giving a test to her before she even dared let her come within three feet of Dem.

x___Taking a deep breath, she slackened her grip enough to let her hand settle in between her legs and against the saddle, the smooth black letter nice to the touch as she thought. One foal couldn't hurt, plus having the filly on the grounds wouldn't be too bad. But what about Dem's french lines? His impecable lines? Wasn't like he cared any way? A mare was a mare to him, all of them fair game. All of them the same. Sighing, she studied the filly carefully. She was pretty and all, but not real quality. What iff the next one didn't turn out as pretty? Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at Stephenie and nodded. "I suppose...", she said softly, her tone more unsure than what she wanted to let on.