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So this is what happens when I get bored and I really like a character >.> I also saw this gorgeous photo [link] and the girl was just... exactly what I had in mind for Aithne. So I had to draw her from the picture as a reference.

VERY QUICK BACKGROUND. It took me ten minutes >.>

Aithne is a very short woman, reaching just five feet and a biscuit, and is about as light as a feather according to the staff who have attempted to pick her up. She is 28 and the owner of the stables after she rescued it from disrepair. When she found Firelight, it was an old pony trekking centre which had some very ill horses that had been abandoned. Sadly they lost most of the horses, and the ones that recovered were passed onto other stables who would look after them. Aithne knew they could never look after the sick horses at the stables because they were so rundown, so for a long time the stables lay empty. She was joined by an old friend Zoe, who helped her renovate the two stable blocks and build a new menage.

Firelight is still in stages of renovation, and Aithne is using the inheritance she received from her father to slowly bring things up to par. Currently the tack is stored in the old study and they are running out of room for horses, so more extensions will be built soon under Aithne's guidance. She is passionate about her horses but is also a bit of a hoarder. She just has to purchase abused horses and nurse them back to health.

Aithne studied natural horsemanship under her own mother, who had a small stud farm in Yorkshire. This led her to love horses to a huge extreme, and have an intense ambition to help them. It is because of this that most of the horses at Firelight are previously abused or misunderstood.

Story Behind the Picture
The summer afternoon was hot and cloudless, and Aithne had cast away the light jumper she had started the day in. It had been a morning full of dressage raining and teaching Rojuk some manners, and she was now ready to have a bit of pleasure time by going for a hack with Zoe. She led Rojuk to his stable, the stallion gleaming with sweat. They kept him in one of the recovery stables with the high doors and the huge amount of room, because the were the only stables really suitable for a horse of his size and temperament. He trampled around on his straw for a minute before lowering himself to the ground and sighing. Aithne smiled and left his stable, hanging up the bridle she had been using to train him on the saddle rack outside his stable.

The woman jumped as she turned and came face to face with Adam. She placed a hand to her chest and closed her eyes. "Never do that again," she growled softly, opening one eye. "Why do you have a camera?" The slightly older man grinned and turned to take a photo of the stables.
"It's for the brochure," he said with a small laugh, squinting at the picture on the digital screen which was barely visible in the sunlight.
"Brochure?" She asked with one raised eyebrow. She put the security clip on Rojuk's door so he couldn't open it and looked back at Adam only to find the camera pointing at her. "Adam, no."
"Aww, come on Aithne, we need a picture of the stable owner! People need to see who will be training their horse!" He whined as he reached forwards and moved the hand which was obscuring the picture away from her face.
"Training their horse? What brochure? Adam!" She pouted slightly as he took a picture, aiming a look which could nearly kill in his direction.
"Yeah, like you agreed the other day, about opening up the stables to customers with problem horses. I'm making a brochure." He peered at the picture on the camera and smiled to himself. "Smoldering," he giggled.
"Adam!" She squealed as she snatched for the camera. He held it out of her reach, which he always argued wasn't very hard, and grinned.
"Too late. You'll see it when it's in the brochure," he chuckled, holding her away at arm's length. "Just go enjoy your ride." Aithne frowned and then shrugged him off, storming towards Priscilla's stable with her shoulders hunched over. She'd get her own back.

Image & Characters © *mapal

Description
So this is what happens when I get bored and I really like a character >.> I also saw this gorgeous photo [link] and the girl was just... exactly what I had in mind for Aithne. So I had to draw her from the picture as a reference.

VERY QUICK BACKGROUND. It took me ten minutes >.>

Aithne is a very short woman, reaching just five feet and a biscuit, and is about as light as a feather according to the staff who have attempted to pick her up. She is 28 and the owner of the stables after she rescued it from disrepair. When she found Firelight, it was an old pony trekking centre which had some very ill horses that had been abandoned. Sadly they lost most of the horses, and the ones that recovered were passed onto other stables who would look after them. Aithne knew they could never look after the sick horses at the stables because they were so rundown, so for a long time the stables lay empty. She was joined by an old friend Zoe, who helped her renovate the two stable blocks and build a new menage.

Firelight is still in stages of renovation, and Aithne is using the inheritance she received from her father to slowly bring things up to par. Currently the tack is stored in the old study and they are running out of room for horses, so more extensions will be built soon under Aithne's guidance. She is passionate about her horses but is also a bit of a hoarder. She just has to purchase abused horses and nurse them back to health.

Aithne studied natural horsemanship under her own mother, who had a small stud farm in Yorkshire. This led her to love horses to a huge extreme, and have an intense ambition to help them. It is because of this that most of the horses at Firelight are previously abused or misunderstood.

Story Behind the Picture
The summer afternoon was hot and cloudless, and Aithne had cast away the light jumper she had started the day in. It had been a morning full of dressage raining and teaching Rojuk some manners, and she was now ready to have a bit of pleasure time by going for a hack with Zoe. She led Rojuk to his stable, the stallion gleaming with sweat. They kept him in one of the recovery stables with the high doors and the huge amount of room, because the were the only stables really suitable for a horse of his size and temperament. He trampled around on his straw for a minute before lowering himself to the ground and sighing. Aithne smiled and left his stable, hanging up the bridle she had been using to train him on the saddle rack outside his stable.

The woman jumped as she turned and came face to face with Adam. She placed a hand to her chest and closed her eyes. "Never do that again," she growled softly, opening one eye. "Why do you have a camera?" The slightly older man grinned and turned to take a photo of the stables.
"It's for the brochure," he said with a small laugh, squinting at the picture on the digital screen which was barely visible in the sunlight.
"Brochure?" She asked with one raised eyebrow. She put the security clip on Rojuk's door so he couldn't open it and looked back at Adam only to find the camera pointing at her. "Adam, no."
"Aww, come on Aithne, we need a picture of the stable owner! People need to see who will be training their horse!" He whined as he reached forwards and moved the hand which was obscuring the picture away from her face.
"Training their horse? What brochure? Adam!" She pouted slightly as he took a picture, aiming a look which could nearly kill in his direction.
"Yeah, like you agreed the other day, about opening up the stables to customers with problem horses. I'm making a brochure." He peered at the picture on the camera and smiled to himself. "Smoldering," he giggled.
"Adam!" She squealed as she snatched for the camera. He held it out of her reach, which he always argued wasn't very hard, and grinned.
"Too late. You'll see it when it's in the brochure," he chuckled, holding her away at arm's length. "Just go enjoy your ride." Aithne frowned and then shrugged him off, storming towards Priscilla's stable with her shoulders hunched over. She'd get her own back.

Image & Characters © *mapal