((Ah. Crystal, the white mare, correct? *noms* :3 So, yes, there is a list, or, yes, they just go out and pick?))
Zilla shook with anticipation. This was going to be and odd day, of certian. She could only imagine telling her little sisters about this day. Two of the youngest of her half- siblings, Mary and Jane, loved horses and ponys. They where spoiled rotten, too, and Zilla was glad that she had kept this trip a secret from them until the day of her leave. She couldn't help but to smile as she thought of thier faces, bright red, as they envied their elder. Yes, yesterday had been the first day in a long time she had been really happy. She had angered her pampered sisters, opened up her trust circle, and meet several new people. Oh, this was wonderful indeed!
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Chase was in the tack room, leaving the door ajar. This "room" was more like a small barn. It was filled nearly from top to bottom with saddles and gear of all shapes and sizes. Chase, being the elder of the Ray children, had his own section next to his father's. Mounted upon the stakes were his saddle, mostly black and worn matterial. Above it were his bridals- the riding one was a near saphire blue with dark gold loops. The other, his show bridal, was also black with shinning silver loops so it matched the rest of his show gear. He also had a tray of show shoes for Burllan's hooves, aside from the large buckets filled with regualr ones. Chase also had two girths, one very old and streched. It had turned a dull cream in color while the other was kept perfect and white prey for a little stained mud on either end. One, of course, was kept for shows.
Chase had been putting up his show gear and had begun to take down the regular, riding tack. Burllan hadn't been ridden for a few days and was well rested. He figured that he should probably saddle him up. Then Chaser could eye and help watch the other teens as they began to train the wild herd. (Chase still thought this was a dangerous idea.) He sighed as he slid the saddle off and placed the old girth and bridal on top of it. As he left the tack room, he decided not to grab a set of horse shoes. He had always kept Burllan's feet nice, and one day without putting nails in his hooves wouldn't hurt him in the slightest.