purge.

[makla.]

Yeah But I feel bad

Makla's shoulders slumped down and She followed blake, and stepped outside. Crunch of the glass below her shoes, and Toronto's figure moved towards her but was stopped by the lead rope. Makla's hands touched his neck softly and She kissed his horse cheeks and brushed his neck.

Sorry Boy.

[blakey //]

Blake wandered over next to her and Toronto, patting the horse. Good well done. Blake figured the horse decided the horse spoke up at the perfect time. Blake wanted to badger Makla and yell at her for leaving but he was fearful now. He was the type of person to go step by step, take things in stride and be patient. He looked down at her now and asked, Where you heading to now? Not leaving again I hope?

[makla.]

Guilt inside her grew, Now leaving your horse- What was wrong? Makla knew better then that, Jay thought her alot and Why was she running from it. Hands dropped to her side, and she gripped the lead roe, leaning against Toronto now and she spoke up, So She didn't look at Blake in the eye, What if he was following her movements to much?

no i'm not leaving, i'll just go back to jay's house i guess.

[blakey //]

That was good to hear. At least she wasnt planning on running off again. That wouldnt be too good. He'd kill himself if she did. Partly it would be his fault. She had been right there in front of her and he let her go. He knew he was pressuring her to go see Jay and sephy if she hadnt already. Either way she needed to go home and be with them. Well thats good news. Good to have you back Mr. nice guy. He couldnt help it.

[makla.]

every inch of makla cracked- bone against bone. She stepped forward and then turned around, makla let her left foot slide into the stirrup and then she lifted herself up as toronto's frame circled- Finally She was in the saddle and no one could stop her from running away. Makla glanced down to Blake and flashed a smile, so nothing he saw was bad enough to follow her.

thanks

[blakey //]

He just wouldnt feel right if he just watched her walk away wth Toronto. Yes he beieved her that she was going home but still he wanted to make sure. See that she got there safely. He and Jay needed to talk anyways. He stepped up, looking like her was going to say goodbye ad held lightly onto Toronto's bridle, stroking the horse's face. He looked up at her. Toronto ride double? If you're going back to the house I figured I could hitch a ride with you, I told Jay I would stop in and see him today Kinda rude to just invite himself but Blake knew he was sly, and he was just too nice at times. He might as well be saying 'Im going to watch you Makla. You every move.'

[makla.]

wait a second; makla watched Blake and saw his han hold the bridle. FUCK! Makla screamed inside, and loosened the reins and sat up more in the saddle. Maybe if she dug her right heel into his side, Toronto would freak out and try to get free, but Blake knew horses so Makla was doomed. A sigh but She covered it up with a small cough- Weird, But hey, Makla was alittle mad. Blake was catching her now, what she needed. A smile, faker then the orange tan on preppy girls bodies.

yeah, i guess so but i don't "gallop" him, so it might be awhile

actually makla did, but she wouldn't let him know that. she would make it miserable

[blakey //]

Ah he could jsut see the fire in her eyes. Like old times. Well if thats what it took then he would continue his little act. Blake knew there was a secret fued between them now, but it was only because he cared whether Makla liked it or not. She'd get it sooner or later. He didnt want to give her time to protest or even change her mind. It was like working with Mitch. Stubborn and headstrong. You had to think fast, tricking them into things. He went aroudn to the side of Toronto and held onto the saddle and pulled himself up easily out fo habbit, sitting behind Makla. Fine by me, that just gives us more time to talk Blake said slyly smirking, knowing that she couldnt turn around and see him now.

[makla.]

makla was just going to run Toronto on the bay for awhile, and then go home- What was wrong with that? hmph, her figure had a lump in it, from leaning forward weird- only felt like it. makla's hands gripped the reins tighter and a gently kick to Toronto's side, and he began to walk. Blake couldn't see her evil grin, and this is why she needed help.

so she didn't speak at all, if he wanted to go right ahead. makla was thinking how to make it look accidental that Toronto freak and they fall off. her pondering face wondered on, maybe a slight kick to the side but holding his reins so he couldn't run, instead rear or maybe she could wonder around the wrong trail and get them lost. she was evil

[blakey //]

Blake looked ahead, over her at the path in front of them. He was going through these paths and the woods remembering which one went where. Not much had changed. Makla was giving hm the silent treatment. Well that was ok too. He honestly hadnt wanted to talk, he just wanted to make sure she got to where she was supossed to without doing anything dumb. But he keep an eye on Toronto making sure he was ok with Blake riding on the back. You never know

[makla.]

a y came into the path; what way? makla didn't exactly know but the right would take her towards the playground and the left towards the north side of town. Makla's hands pulled back on the reins and She took a moment to remember.

what way?

she prefer a fall over getting lost, so She asked Blake. The silence was ruined and Toronto snorted, he took a step forward, wanting to move on

[blakey //]

Blake looked down at her. Stalling was she? He wasnt sure, and just decided not to think about it. Let Toronto decide. He knows the way home Horses have a really good sense of direction. He remembered once he and Mitch got lost once up in the mountains. They were only about 10 and 12. It was begining to get dark. Blake decided ot ry something. He set the reins down on his horse and let walk where they wanted. After about an hour the horses had led them back home safe and sound.

[makla.]

Makla's hands let the reins alittle looser, almost falling down. Hm, Toronto's frame stepped forward to the right, but then his figure moved to the left and he began walking down the left path. hands grabbed the reins tighter, and makla gave a slight kick for him to step up- A small trot, to get him moving.

so I assume you've been working with horses alot more, haven't you?

makla asked blake, and then the trot was slowed down by not makla- weird, Toronto had extra weight on him, and prefered to walk slow.

[blakey //]

Blake shrugged sligthly as Toronto picked which way to go I guess a little more becuase I was with my dad but ive been with them my entire life. That's an old trick I learned when I was younger Blake looked up ahead and guesses they were heading in the right direction. Toronto didnt eem to want to trot anyways. Well good, at least Blake knew he was being lazy and it woudl take alot to get him going

[makla.]

ohh

well maybe she could of guessed that animals knew the right way home. the day was gloomy and cloudy but there was still flies around and a few flew near makla and her hands go of the reins and she swatted them away- such a good horse, but toronto's walk gained a few more steps faster, and then makla grabbed the reins and gave a small tug- they had another mile or so to go, and makla need to do it now.

making sure he didn't see, but he probably would of anyway. her hands tightened the reins on Toronto, and his daggers began to slow down but he wanted to move forward, and the pattern of the tap was beginning to stay in the same spot and a quick kick to his side to the right, and the reins didn't move but up. Toronto's figure rose up and makla let go, the horse's frame was up long enough and toronto felt them off his back with all 4 daggers down- he pranced away. hopefully blake fell okay, and makla's figure fell by a bush- it was a thud sound, and it felt and sounded like it hurt but hey, she stalled the time. and Toronto's figure snorting. in the distance, but makla didn't get up. she just layed there- fuck that hurt