ft. Oriole Ainsley & Fiametta AT
Oriole was in fact not known as Oreo among her friends as clever as the name seemed. Despite her lanky horse-like frame and helmet of orange hair, more often than not she went relatively unnoticed as she awkwardly bumbled about the barn. She'd come to Kaine just as it's doors opened in California 4 months ago looking for a summer job after her previous barn closed down. Emmeryn remembered the surprise when the moving vans hadn't even dispersed yet and this mousey flame of a girl appeared looking for work to do and a horse to spoil. Fia wasn't set to arrive for another two months but Oriole couldn't have been more enamored by her. In the meantime she rode whichever oddball (there were quite a few at Kaine due to Alec's collector's tendencies) needed work but she always kept a picture of Fia on her phone lockscreen. She looked just like her sharing manes made from curls of orange peel. She was mare just as lanky and awkward as she was. Coming all the way from a remote Scottish yard, no one knew what to expect but somehow, through some sort of redhead telepathy, Oriole knew she was going to be perfect. Perfectly goofy and strange and intelligent and perfectly Oriole.