Horse #3 [Female]

[Maxine Porter]

Stable Number: 3

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Birth Date: February 21, 2001
Gender: Female

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Eye Color: Black
Mane & Tail: White
Coat: White
Breed: Palomino
Height: 15h

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Breaking Difficulty: Easy
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[Michaël Leroy Kaïn]

Name: Quentina

Trainer Necessities:
Tender
Patient
Calm

Personality:
Sweet
Wants to help
Wants to win
Does her best
Loves to run

History:
Born in a dressage stable
Sold in an auction
Used to learn little children ride
Sold cause he loved to much to run fast
Used to pull a little carriage
Sold to Catapla

[Michaël Leroy Kaïn]

Nightingale stables please.

After he spent the day exploring Catalpa, he began to become curious to the one place he hadn't been. The teacher of whom he got the tour around Catalpa said that he had to go there on his own so he could find his horse for the next couple of years. However he was already in college, he had only just transfered to this one. His mother -the only one who know about his dream- had entered him into this school so he didn't know much about it just yet. That's why he was so curious to why he had to enter the stables on his own. Why the teacher couldn't come with him.

Softly whistling a tune of Milow he entered the stables. There he saw a few horses, but most of the stables were already empty. Logic. I'm probably one of the last to start here. he thought a bit cynic. Like always he was the last one again. So typical. Still, he was happy that he could still enter and have a fresh start after all that happened. But I am thankful for that he murmured not knowing it was out loud.

Then he walked towards the first box that housed a horse. The boxes were big and it looked like the horses were well treated. Happy about that he began whistling a bit harder. Hé!! Will you stop that!! It's annoying. The voice that sounded loud in his head made him turn 180 degrees while he was trying to find out from where it came. Since he had been alone in the stables the whole time, he didn't understand it. He thought he misheard it and started whistling again.

Hé!! I mean it!! Said the voice again. Michaël walked towards the sound. It came out of the third box. Euhm, Hi! I guess His voice was a bit unsure because he didn't know to whom he was talking. He looked in the box but no one was there.

Hi, I'm over here you know. The big sandcolorish thing in front of you... By the way, I can hear your thoughts too you know The sarcasm jumped of the last few words. Michaël looked with big eyes to the horse in front of him. It was a palomino with white manes and tail and beautiful black eyes. She perfectly matched the description that the voice just gave him but he just refused to believe that a horse was talking to him. After all, animals can't talk right?

A laugh broke loose in my head while he thought that. He looked the horse straight in the eyes and saw the light twinkle glittering in her eyes. He suddenly realized that he wasn't dreaming, that that horse could talk. But how? He asked it politely but still a bit unbelieving. After all his image of horses had just been radically changed and that was hard to accept.

How? That I don't know, but it's true. I can talk but only you can hear me. You can hear what I say and I can hear what you say. Oh yeah, thoughts too, but I had already said that isn't it? The twinkle in her eyes was now clearly visible and her fun sounded in her voice too. It was obvious that she had been waiting for this moment a long time.

So, I guess this means that you will be my horse?! And if that is true, maybe it's useful if I know your name... Michaël felt kind of dumb talking to a horse and not even knowing a thing about her. But nor did she so that was kind of comforting.

Well, I have had a lot of names, but what do you think of Quentina? I always liked that name... And yes I choose you to become my rider. I hope we will have a lot of fun... And that irritating, laughing tone was still in her voice.

Quentina he, Fine. I'm Michaël. But what do you mean by 'i choose you'. I thought I had to choose a horse... This time he hoped to get a serious answer yet that was probably not going to happen...

Well, we, horses, pick the riders here. A bit different then on other schools but way more fun. I assure you!! And to his surprise the undertone was gone.

Well Quen, I hope we will have great times together!!

Me too, but DON'T CALL ME QUEN!!!! And back was the undertone...