Post by /justie on Jun 9, 2010 14:18:52 GMT -5
SETH ANDREW WILLIAMS !
The palomino tugged on the lead, eager to get to the paddock. Seth kept a firm hold of the lead rope and muttered a few words to keep the horse calm. He was already having a hard time leading Strike with one hand on the lead to control the horse without bashing his guitar case against everything in their path. Luckily it was a little bit of a breezier day, so not many riders were out for Strike to run over. Seth halted dead in his tracks, while Strike kept walking until he used all the slack Seth allowed. The horse finally stopped and turned to look at Seth inquisitively. Yeah, you had better stop and wait. Seth grumbled to the horse. He approached and set his guitar case down and stroked his golden neck. Strike shook out his mane and turned to face the paddock, but looked back at Seth for the command. He picked up his guitar case again and the pair set out for the green paddock together.
Strike thundered around the perimeter as Seth took out his battered guitar. It was made of a light wood and had seen better days, but it was his favourite guitar he'd ever owned. He settled himself on the rail of the wooden fence and began plunking up and down the scale to warm up his fingers. Strike had taken to grazing and lifted his head at the new sound before trotting over. His ears pricked and he nuzzled Seth's shoulder when he stopped playing. Seth smiled and ran his hand through his dark hair and sighed. Okay, go back to your grazing and I'll go back to my strumming. he chuckled, pushing the horse's head away and returning to his guitar.
