(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Stables<br/><strong>With:</strong>Open<br/><strong>When:</strong>Quarter after 2<br/><strong>What:</strong>Meditation<br/><br/>It had been a beautiful day for a ride, the sun peaking through countless clouds and only a slight breeze to speak of. Jennings loved being out in the fresh air, couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be. The meadow was full of blooming flowers and she let the horse have it's head, smelling the sweet fragrance on the wind as it whipped through her hair tinging her pale cheeks pink. This was her favorite part of the day when she exercised the horses, her only real feeling of being able to fly.<br/><br/><br/>Jennings had just gotten back from her afternoon ride. Today she had taken out Lord Stuart's Stallion, the beast was a beautiful creature of mahogany coloring and black mane. It snorted as it approached the stable and hesitated slightly, something unusual for this particular horse to do, it loved coming back to the oats that awaited him each afternoon. Jennings jumped from it's back, hair flowing wildly around her, windblown from the ride. She was in doeskin breeches and knee high brown riding boots, to say that the breeches didn't enhance her figure would have been a lie, in fact they hugged her curves defining them to their most effective quality. On top she wore no corset for it restricted her when she exercised the horses, instead she wore a lace lined shift under a young mans shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a tan doeskin vest, the shirt was unbuttoned so the shift could be seen and the shirt itself did little to hide what was underneath. But Jennings never worried about dress, she dressed for comfort and for convenience.<br/><br/>Bright blue eyes searched the horse as her hands caressed it's neck and flanks.<strong>"What is it boy?" </strong>She asked turning her head eyes widened at the stable door standing open. Jennings looked at it confused.<strong> "Odd...I remember closing that before we left."</strong>She grabbed the horses reins and lead him to the door, peering in she gasped at the figure standing there.<br/><br/><strong>"I didn't expect you to be home Sir.....We thought you had already left for town."</strong>She spoke softly, her hands gripping the reins more tightly.