Prompt
You feel like going for a ride. The horses are performers, yes, but they're also gentle beasts and you've ridden them before. You go to get one ready but as you get closer to the stall, you can't help but feel like you've forgotten something. When you arrive at the stall, you can't remember what you were doing. Why did you come here?
Jeanette may have been a clown in the circus (albeit, she would admit grudgingly to herself sometimes, one still in training), and naturally clumsy to boot, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a little time with the animals every now and then. The performance horses were so gentle and kind, and they would listen to her chatter away even when there were no humans around to put up with her silly ideas. They were good animals, and she loved them, though she had a soft spot for one of the greys; an older mare who was starting to show her age and likely not far away from being removed from the rotation.
Even so, she had a good temper and was a nice training animal, and in Jeanette's case, she just liked her company. So here she was, making her way into the stable to see the lovely creatures and one sweet mare in particular, so she could take her out for a brief an hopefully relaxing ride. Except as she stepped into the stable and began making her way over to the stall that housed her intended riding mare, a thought gripped her that she had forgotten something. This wasn't uncommon, really - Jeanette forgot things all the time! She was used to it, and more often than not it wasn't important anyway.
But something about it this time made her frown and hover uncertainly in the doorway to the stables, and even though she recovered herself enough to brush it off and keep walking, the sensation still followed her. It followed her with every step she took, and eventually she found herself stopping in front of one stall, blue eyes half-glazed over as she turned in a circle, peering around at the stable around her. What... what was she doing here, of all places? She wouldn't have come to the stables without a reason, she was sure, but... whatever that reason was escaped her, and she frowned, moving over to a square bale of hay and dropping to sit on it, chin in her hands.
Why was she in here? Had she been going to do something? Not clean a stall, or anything, that particular duty was one she didn't have much taste for, and as a clown she had very different responsibilities anyway. Running a hand through her pinned-up orange curls, Jeanette looked around at the stable's many occupants, wondering if one of them might be able to provide her with the answer she was looking for. None of them were forthcoming, however, so she heaved a disgruntled sigh and stood back up. If she couldn't remember why she was here, then it wasn't important, and if it wasn't important than she had no reason to bother sticking around when she had other, actually important things to do.
But goodness, if she was getting this bad about forgetting things, then she might have to talk to someone... she wasn't usually so silly as to forget why she'd walk all the way into the stables, after all! Though, well, it was fine. She was here, she was happy, an she could always come back if she remembered why she had come here in the first place. Everything was just fine.
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