In the beginning, as far as I know, the world was spun out of the nameless void by Aleph, who gave everything a name....
I see you laugh, Very well, for simplicity's sake, let us assume that I am the center of all creation...Let us hurry forward to the only tale of real importance.
Truby's
That, of course, is borrowed (and slightly edited) from The Name of the Wind. If you haven't read the King Killer Chronicles yet, stop whatever you're doing (including reading this post) and acquire a copy of it immediately.
The Tale of Truby doesn't begin before the creation of the known universe, but it does feel like a lifetime ago. Back when I was young, kinda dumb, unhappy, confused, and lost. I was also attending Meredith Manor International Equestrian Centre. If you've gone to the school, or have heard stories, you may begin to understand where I was mentally, in addition to physically. (Don't ask, West Virginia)
I had taken the summer off after taking a bad fall that left me with injuries that weren't realized (or treated) for many years to come. I was bored, and decided that when I went back, it would be awesome to have a horse of my own to train. At school, horses are shared, and it seemed like once a student had begun to make progress and really GET somewhere, they were switched to a new horse. Or that it was hard to accomplish anything, because you might be sharing a horse with someone else. How great it would be to have my own project! I couldn't be assigned off my own horse, or have to share it with anyone else! Then, when I left school, I could sell it. Just buying a short term project for fun.
Also. Lonely. Teenager. Confused. Dumb.
So I began looking at horses on the internet. Way back in the day when the internet wasn't super common. If you wanted a picture of something for sale, you most likely were going to have to trade addresses and wait a week for physical pictures to arrive in the mail. Back before Dreamhorse.com and Facebook. It was a weird time.
My criteria wasn't much. I really wanted a yearling or 2 year old. Probably a Quarter Horse or Paint. No Impressive bloodlines. Cheap. Cheap was important. That was about it. And after awhile, I came across some horses for sale in Wisconsin. I was super interested in a pregnant mare (whooo, babies!) and a weanling seemed interesting as well. But then I saw a picture of the weanling, and I fell in love. I couldn't get her out of my mind. The owner was willing to sell her sight unseen and ship her across the county, no problem, whatever. So I mailed a $100 deposit check, and began to make plans for my new horse...
The photo that changed my life
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