Sweetheart attempt

It has been ages since she has ventured out of the stables. For the entirety of autumn and winter, she has had her hands full with her other ponies and Teddies, and they were quite a handful they were! She has so many, that it was maybe too much of a handful. Thankfully, help came in the form of more local stable hands joining their farm, all looking for the thrill of working with a horse and gaining the experience of a stable hand. It was a win win for all parties involved. But, winter has made way for spring, which naturally made it easier to go hunt for another Teddy who might want to come home with them. Her uncle was the one to prod at her, setting his keys down with a harrumph and giving her a knowing look.

She knows he is itching for it as much as she was. It's been ages since they have gotten a new pony after all. In times like these, she really does rememeber that they are related. 

So it is not a surprise that she clambered i to his old truck, dragging along said uncle, always muttering something under his breath, with a bag of carrots, apples and what not, being sure not to forget the usual bell in her hand for good luck. It was a ways a drive away, as always, but they were at their usual spot in what felt like hours. Maybe it's because it has been so long, but the road seemed bumper and the trees more grown.

"Right, it's time to get going. Come on, or are you getting old?" She teased when her uncle looked too lazy to even move.

He gruffs, but he gets up. They walk further into the forest, looking for when it eventually clears and makes way for the coming of plains. 

And there was a pony already!

She's a beautiful brown color, with a purple undertone that was unfamiliar to her. And to clearly her uncle as well, considering he almost dropped the snacks. But, a bell managed to escape from his hands, rolling until it stopped at the hooves of the mare.

She looked at them, face on with a strange look crossing her face, before pawing at the bell. Well, at least she wasn't scared off. 

Her uncle, usually so composed, had his eyes widened, so widened they looked like they were about to bulge out of his head. It was a strange look for the elderly man and she knew she would be laughing if she was not just as stunned as he was. Lavender, she thinks is the word to describe horses of her coat color. Some fancy dilution that came about with a sparing few that affected the coat, coloring it with a pale purple undertone, as rare as a Teddy-Eared Teddy itself; probably even more, considering she's at least seen and owned Teddy-Eared ponies before. 

The pony looked at the two, scrutinizing them with narrowed amber eyes, before looking at the fallen goods. Her gaze flicked between the two of them and the very tasty snacks. And, as if either trusting or unaware or just plain silly, she goes up to sniff the treats. An apple, a carrot, a biscuit, just whatever tumbled out of her uncle's arms.

They both were still in shock. She's not even sure the last time she's blinked. Or breathed for that matter. 

The pony, still picking between her many, many options, finally decides on a red apple, the fruit being a similar shade to the very ribbon that was hooked onto the bell. Greedy, was her first thought after the initial lavender surprise, watching the mare munch the apple in peace. Arguably, too much peace, considering there were two strangers next to her. Maybe she thought they were friendly. After all, Teddy are often quite friendly towards humans, even if they are wild. That’s how she's gotten a few of her own Teddys after all, some even chasing her down rather than vice versa.

Her uncle was still in shock. She elbows him gently, not pushing too hard as to startle him. Her uncle rouses from his stupor with a harrumph, low enough to not startle the mare, but enough for her ears to perk up.

Maybe they were both just rusty, but what the heck do they do now?

"Hey, what's next?" She whispered, hoping his aged ears could pick up on her quiet breath.

"It's been a while, you know. A long while since I've wrangled any ponies of my own. Last time I did was the summer of 19-" 

"Yes, yes I know! But now what???" She hisses at him.

"Well, let's try getting closer then" He mumbles, but caution is still clear in his tone.

The mare was not far off by any means, but every step felt like walking in a minefield. Any snap of a twig or rustle of a leaf could scare her off. Despite how friendly she is, a horse is always an unpredictable animal.

The mare continues to chomp happily at her food.