HARPG: LE Seagull- A Highland Pony

Name: Seagull
Barn name: Sebastien, Sebby (By Martha)
Gender (mare, gelding, or stallion): Stallion
Breed: Highland Pony
Age: 8
Height: 13.1hh
Color: Dapple Grey (Black based)
Genetics: Ee/aa/Gg
Markings: N/A
Discipline: Child's all rounder
Passable Traits: 50% of offspring will be grey
Bloodlines: Starter
Offspring: N/A
For stud/lease: Not at this time
Personality- Patient, Obedient, Food-orientated
Owner: Isobel and Martha

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Madison sighed and picked up her little sister who was frantically trying to climb the fence to the arena, attempting to see above the board that was blocking her view. At 4, little Martha was already riding, and loved to play in the hayloft whilst watching the ponies. She nuzzled her dark head against the fractionally lighter one of Madison, plump little fists full of her escaping hair and legs wiggling in excitement.
'Issy and Sebby go fast!' She squealed, little dark eyes widening as she saw her sister go cantering past. She outstretched her hands and reached over the fence as the pony neared them again, aiming for Sebastien's long mane, but Madison pulled her back just in time. 'No fun Addy!' the little girl scowled, tiny brow creased and lips pouting.
'You'll have to behave, Martha, or I'll put you back down and you won't be able to see Sebastien at all.' Martha considered for a second then reached her arms round her sister's neck and leant her head on her shoulder.
'Start cooling him off, Isobel!' Madison went to the gate and opened it just wide enough for her and Martha to pass through, then shut it again. As the little dappled pony slowed to a walk, the blonde girl on top relaxed the reins and pulled his head round to walk up to her sisters. She was only just 7, but she thought of herself as an expert horsewoman and had the temper of a young, spoilt child with an overwhelming feeling of self-entitlement. Ever since their mother had passed, the girls had wanted for nothing and their absent minded father had lavished gifts on them to make up for his absence. Isobel had borne the brunt of this, as she was always closest to him, and she had grown fairly spoilt and ill-tempered. The only people who had any influence on her ways were her older siblings, Madison, and Chester, her older brother who now worked abroad, and perhaps the patient little Sebastien, much to the despair of her long-suffering tutor.
'Martha ride!' The youngest girl almost fell out of Madison's arms as she wriggled in excitement and reached out to pet the pony.
'Don't be silly, Martha. Sebastien is MY pony, and I'm not letting you ride him. You're far too young.'
'Isobel!' Madison chided 'Sebastien is belongs to BOTH of you, so you have to share! Perhaps you could do a couple of bareback laps with Martha?'
Isobel had just begun to protest but thought better of it when Madison mentioned bare back. She quickly dismounted and began to sort out the buckles and straps. Madison put Martha on the ground and went to help with the saddle, so in a matter of minutes it was placed on the fence with the breast collar draped nearby. She then gave Isobel a leg up, and waited for her to gather the reins before picking Martha up from where she was petting the pony's large, wooly head and seating her securely in front of Isobel.
After about 10 minutes of circling and serpentines, Isobel stopped the pony then helped her sister dismount.
'Time to put Sebastien away now Martha' She told the littlest girl who then hugged the pony's large head, eyes wide in innocent protest.
'Sebby come to tea!' She proposed
'Haha, no Martha! I'm not sure he'd manage the steps' Madison added when the little girl's lips began to wobble. 'Anyway, he has a nice dinner of his own in his stable.'
'Oh yes!' The little girl's eyes lit up and she reached for the leadrope Isobel had just attached to the pony's halter. 'Me lead?'
'No. You're far to small.' Isobel told her sharply before turning on her heel and wheeling the pony out the arena.
Just as Martha began to cry, Madison caught the pony's halter and attached a second leadrope, which she handed to little Martha. Giggling, the little girl toddled down the path to the stables. Madison watched them go, two tiny heads, one fair and one dark, on either side of a little fat pony plodding through the fallen leaves. Madison then picked up the heavy little saddle and draped the martingale over her arm, and trudged after them.

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