(Did you guys all loose interest?)

Bridget woke early the next morning, just as the sun hinting at peeking over the horizon. She threw on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and her boots. She slipped out of her room and out of the dorm, into the cool, crispy morning air. She made her way across the silent campus, her boots becoming wet with dew.

She entered the quiet barn and smiled. One or two horses came sleepily to the doors of their stalls to greet her. She stopped to talk to each of those before continuing on to where a bright eyed Bellisario had his head poked out of his stall. The stallion nickered a greeting and pawed at the door to his stall.

She greeted him and stepped into the stall with him. She gave him a quick, but thorough brushing before slipping on his bridle and leading him out of the stall. She lead him down the aisle and out the stable door, before vaulting nimbly onto his back. As soon as she landed on his back the stallion began to dance and prance, anxious to get started. She turned him into the arena and began warming him up.