(no subject)
Miss Helgenberg,
I would like to meet with you this afternoon and discuss a few things concerning your training here at the Academy. The aforementioned meeting will take place in room 334 in the South Wing of the Academy.
Regards,
Danielle Kensington
"Hey handsome." With a smile I lightly took of the leather lead, which was attached to Brakus' halter, from the handler who had brought the stallion to me from the recently rebuilt stable. The reconstruction of the building had been completed three days prior and my horses, four of them, had arrived yesterday, late morning.
They had all appeared in good health, a veterinarian friend of mine from England had accompanied the horses to the States and gave them all a good going over once they had been brought to the Academy.
"Your note has been left for the slayer, Danielle." I heard the familiar, masculine voice of Micah from behind me as I gently stroked Brakus' neck. Micah was head trainer back at the stables on my family's estate in England and he now was in charge of the stable and horses here at the Academy. I would trust no one else to see to the well being of my pride and joys.
"Then I have someplace to be," handing the lead I had had gripped within my fingers to Micah. Leaving the area of the stables I walked across the grassy field toward the main cluster of buildings that made up the Academy.
(Open to Casey)
I would like to meet with you this afternoon and discuss a few things concerning your training here at the Academy. The aforementioned meeting will take place in room 334 in the South Wing of the Academy.
Regards,
Danielle Kensington
"Hey handsome." With a smile I lightly took of the leather lead, which was attached to Brakus' halter, from the handler who had brought the stallion to me from the recently rebuilt stable. The reconstruction of the building had been completed three days prior and my horses, four of them, had arrived yesterday, late morning.
They had all appeared in good health, a veterinarian friend of mine from England had accompanied the horses to the States and gave them all a good going over once they had been brought to the Academy.
"Your note has been left for the slayer, Danielle." I heard the familiar, masculine voice of Micah from behind me as I gently stroked Brakus' neck. Micah was head trainer back at the stables on my family's estate in England and he now was in charge of the stable and horses here at the Academy. I would trust no one else to see to the well being of my pride and joys.
"Then I have someplace to be," handing the lead I had had gripped within my fingers to Micah. Leaving the area of the stables I walked across the grassy field toward the main cluster of buildings that made up the Academy.
(Open to Casey)