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storyline stuff?? that doesn't take place at twd?? wacky
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“You’re soo lucky we don’t compete, you grubby fecker”

Molly huffed as she heartily brushed caked spring mud from her mare’s blood-marked neck. Rebel was the only horse she owned outright since giving up her gelding to retirement. The well-bred warmblood was a gift from Jim, not long before he passed. It had been about two years since both of them had been at that warmblood auction, admiring the oddly coloured filly before taking her home. Jim’s plan was for Molly to start and train the mare mostly by herself, for whatever she wanted out of her.

In typical Jim fashion, the man only wanted his extended Ballyroan family to be happy. He saw Molly’s old gelding deteriorating and gave her a second chance at horse ownership that she otherwise couldn’t afford. The seasoned trainer would, of course, plan to help Molly with the whole starting process, given her inexperience, in what an ideal world would be a wholesome bonding experience.

Unfortunately, life was never that straightforward. Jim wouldn’t live long enough to guide Molly through the process of starting Rebel. Now she was four years old, halter broke, but otherwise a glorified pasture pet. Undeniably, Rebel was loved and spoiled, but Molly couldn’t help but feel that she had already wasted her mare, and wasn’t in a position to do much about it. The busy blonde already worked multiple jobs, regardless of her inexperience, she also lacked time. She could ask Finn or even Ash, but they seemed to have their hands full with their own horses. Lastly, she was flat broke. She couldn’t offer anything for their time and she felt that would be most unfair to ask of them for free.

Naturally, Rebel didn’t seem to mind her own unemployment, dozing in the early spring sun as the mud flaked out of her fur. Her ears only pricked from their sleepy position once the sound of hooves and feet sounded down the path. It was Finn and Beddgelert, back from training, likely. The tall man smiled and waved in their direction before approaching.

“That mare of yours. ‘She sound?” He asked, taking a thorough glance over the grey warmblood. He realised that he’d never asked why her horse hadn’t been started. Perhaps, he thought, she had some condition he wasn’t aware of.

Molly frowned and nodded.

“Far as I know. Her checkups are always clear and she’s walking fine to me. Why?”

Finn smiled reassuringly. True enough, the mare at least never looked off-beat to him. If anything she moved quite nicely in-hand. Unbeknownst to Molly, he and Ash had already discussed getting her back in the saddle of her own horse. She had been borrowing horses for lessons, but aside from that, she barely rode.

“Right then. We starting her?” he suggested, bluntly and brightly.

The blonde girl stared and snorted.

“You’re a tease Finn. You know I can’t afford to pay you, or Ash.”

Finn shook his head and shrugged. Downplaying his kindness worked best on Molly,

“Don’t be daft, I just want my riding buddy back. And Ash is starting Dee soon, you could probably watch and learn”

Molly sighed with a small smile. She and Finn had been practically raised on this farm by Jim, finding solace in horses together despite their rocky starts to life. Finn had gone on from their casual hacks to become an international rider, successful and talented. In the meantime, Molly had barely progressed past entry level. It wasn’t that she was a bad rider at all. She just didn’t have a competitive bone in her body. With a huff, a smile, and a slight mock of her Northern Irish friend’s accent, she accepted his proposal.

“Alright, fine. Drive a hard bargain, so you do.”
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TPS Rebel Yell , Beddgelert , Molly Berrigan and Finn Walsh belong to me <3

Description
storyline stuff?? that doesn't take place at twd?? wacky
---
“You’re soo lucky we don’t compete, you grubby fecker”

Molly huffed as she heartily brushed caked spring mud from her mare’s blood-marked neck. Rebel was the only horse she owned outright since giving up her gelding to retirement. The well-bred warmblood was a gift from Jim, not long before he passed. It had been about two years since both of them had been at that warmblood auction, admiring the oddly coloured filly before taking her home. Jim’s plan was for Molly to start and train the mare mostly by herself, for whatever she wanted out of her.

In typical Jim fashion, the man only wanted his extended Ballyroan family to be happy. He saw Molly’s old gelding deteriorating and gave her a second chance at horse ownership that she otherwise couldn’t afford. The seasoned trainer would, of course, plan to help Molly with the whole starting process, given her inexperience, in what an ideal world would be a wholesome bonding experience.

Unfortunately, life was never that straightforward. Jim wouldn’t live long enough to guide Molly through the process of starting Rebel. Now she was four years old, halter broke, but otherwise a glorified pasture pet. Undeniably, Rebel was loved and spoiled, but Molly couldn’t help but feel that she had already wasted her mare, and wasn’t in a position to do much about it. The busy blonde already worked multiple jobs, regardless of her inexperience, she also lacked time. She could ask Finn or even Ash, but they seemed to have their hands full with their own horses. Lastly, she was flat broke. She couldn’t offer anything for their time and she felt that would be most unfair to ask of them for free.

Naturally, Rebel didn’t seem to mind her own unemployment, dozing in the early spring sun as the mud flaked out of her fur. Her ears only pricked from their sleepy position once the sound of hooves and feet sounded down the path. It was Finn and Beddgelert, back from training, likely. The tall man smiled and waved in their direction before approaching.

“That mare of yours. ‘She sound?” He asked, taking a thorough glance over the grey warmblood. He realised that he’d never asked why her horse hadn’t been started. Perhaps, he thought, she had some condition he wasn’t aware of.

Molly frowned and nodded.

“Far as I know. Her checkups are always clear and she’s walking fine to me. Why?”

Finn smiled reassuringly. True enough, the mare at least never looked off-beat to him. If anything she moved quite nicely in-hand. Unbeknownst to Molly, he and Ash had already discussed getting her back in the saddle of her own horse. She had been borrowing horses for lessons, but aside from that, she barely rode.

“Right then. We starting her?” he suggested, bluntly and brightly.

The blonde girl stared and snorted.

“You’re a tease Finn. You know I can’t afford to pay you, or Ash.”

Finn shook his head and shrugged. Downplaying his kindness worked best on Molly,

“Don’t be daft, I just want my riding buddy back. And Ash is starting Dee soon, you could probably watch and learn”

Molly sighed with a small smile. She and Finn had been practically raised on this farm by Jim, finding solace in horses together despite their rocky starts to life. Finn had gone on from their casual hacks to become an international rider, successful and talented. In the meantime, Molly had barely progressed past entry level. It wasn’t that she was a bad rider at all. She just didn’t have a competitive bone in her body. With a huff, a smile, and a slight mock of her Northern Irish friend’s accent, she accepted his proposal.

“Alright, fine. Drive a hard bargain, so you do.”
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TPS Rebel Yell , Beddgelert , Molly Berrigan and Finn Walsh belong to me <3