News spread of the incident, and fast. Camera crews and reporters all but kicked down Aurora's door trying to get the story before her mother dragged her to a press conference. The awkward shifting and stumbled words showing all too well that she was out of her element. She hated the sounds of cameras and screaming words demanding to be heard, questions that would almost force and answer. Yet anything to keep her sponsors high, to keep her in the good graces, and a sob story is what she could use.....


Days have passed before Rick was able to get anyone to take the job of fixing up the arena and stable A...that Sarah would approve of. The iron gates staying closed for some time while Aurora herself had to deal with the work of getting rid of Sweet Tea's body. The Filly's tail now hanging solemnly in a stall alongside her previous companion's that have passed her by. 

Her leg now sporting painted violets and yellows. Aurora was usually seen limping around, no longer donning the mask of Raven. Least till she could safely run from the cops and Omega. The streets would have to be absent of the skull and eerie screech of a bridal wraith or hellish hound. 
Still, what has Omega thought throughout her absence? Hopefully her hunter didn't think she backed out, it was just a rest, a rest and soon she will be as right as the rain that has fallen from the morning sky. 

She was already back to light riding. Least for Loki, the great stallion could sense his rider was injured. The shaking leg and slight tilt in her seat whenever he turned to sharply. And so the creature took his steps lightly, causing no problems for the albino on his back, and dutifully responding to even the lightest touch as though frightened he would meet the same fate as Sweet tea. Even if they were in the open pastures, void of looming structures. 

The steady rhythm of a slow canter and the strong beat of his heart gave her comfort. More then once would the beauty turn his head and nibble at her boot the same way he would treat a herd mate. Soft nickering and constant fretting, he could tell she was still in distress, a pulling in the back of her mind, one that she clouded over yet still spoke softly of how she was to blame for the problems that risen. 

Reaching over to give his neck a pat, she carefully pulled at his mane. The absent bridal causing less sound to tell her where his head was facing, yet it was still nice. She liked the idea she had so much control, almost two thousand pounds and yet just a kind word is all that is needed to get him moving. 
Goliath barking at the end of the pasture, Aurora brought Loki into a canter. Riding at the fence line only to realize that large trucks were coming through the gate. "Must have been the construction crew Father hired...McClain Construction?" Bringing him in a collected trot, she rode alongside them. Hearing the laughter and light comments of a grand welcoming being enough to make her smile, all the way to the end of the pasture before she had to pull the stallion up and wave away. 

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Sarah herself was waiting for the hired help. Clip board in hand she nodded to the workers that began to file out one by one. [color=00a651]"Welcome to Lorell stables, sure you saw the news, my Arena collapsed while my daughter was riding. But before any of you start I need you to sign these, the cheapest animal I have here is enough to pay you nine times over, and I do not need any more damages to my stock, understand? No greeting my horses unless given permission."[/color]

She was a harsh woman to say the least. With cold green eyes and a stance the screamed that of a beauty who would turn to a beast at a moment's notice. Still, she got her job done and she would do it well. Leading them through the areas and having her Groom clear the way for their equipment, she shown the collapsed arena, the sand beneath stained with crimson and unturned patterns of the Filly being dragged away from imprisonment. A sad sight that Sarah did not even bat her eye to. 

Turning on her heel she extended her hand to Richard, a curt nod before continuing. [color=00a651]"Sarah Lorell, myself and my daughter are who you need to speak with concerning the horses, she is the albino. My husband Rick is who you need to speak with for documentation and he is currently in the office. Now, is there anything that we need to do on our part are can you get started?"[/color]