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Sarah
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Apr 23, 2016 12:39PM
Aaron headed into the large oak stables. It was huge, with large enough space for each of the horses. There were stacks of hay and a large storage room with dozens of leather saddles. Aaron lay his bag down by Breye's door. He pulled out a red apple he had saved from his quick breakfast and moved it temptingly in front of Breye's nose.
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Breye was a rich brown Andalusian horse sent from a Spanish caliph for Aaron's 5th Birthday. She was large with a brown mane and a silky coat. She stood tall even as her desires were getting the best of her. Aaron threw his head back and laughed. Breye was angry. Really angry. Aaron hadn't come to see her since his last visit with Drea. Aaron buried his head in her mane, apologizing as she neighed and moved way. He lowered his head dramatically as he turned to walk away. In a few seconds Breye was nudging his shoulder, motioning to the apple in Aaron's hand. "Want it?" Aaron asked. Breye neighed and Aaron's chuckles arose as Breye gobbled it up.
"Lets go for a ride." Aaron changed into his riding clothes and gear, buckling his helmet and preparing Breye's saddle. Breye yearned to stretch her muscles in a run and didn't complain when Aaron fastened the leather seat around her. He jumped up, clicking his tongue to give the signal to Breye. Breye threw her head back and ran down the paved path and up the hills that bordered the school.
As Breye rounded the courtyard, Aaron noticed Josiah's figure at the beach, he was holding a sword too big for his body and yanking it around. Aaron kicked Breye motioning for the path that led to the Beach.
