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Post by flanna on May 18, 2009 17:03:07 GMT -5
Flanna kept riding for a long while, then on whim, quickly pulled Damon up alongside the rail where Caleb was, grinning. "Get on!" She offered him her hand, smiling down at him. He was her best friend, through it all. She..cared about him more than she'd ever let on..but it was also something she'd never say anything about. What they had was good now, she didn't want to mess it up by bringing her curse down.
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Post by marauder on May 18, 2009 17:25:21 GMT -5
He shrugged and grabbed her hand climbing up on the back behind her. He'd done that before too a long time ago, hell he never second guessed it. Not like he'd ever done with Bucky or Corsair... suppose it was that he actually trusted Flanna.
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Post by flanna on May 19, 2009 22:05:43 GMT -5
Flanna grinned and waited until he had just the barest of holds on her waist before she muttered in gaelic, and Damon kicked off like a shot. She laughed, her hair blowing back into Caleb's face. He could fall off, or he could hold on tight--she just wanted to share this with her best friend.
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Post by saint on Jun 6, 2009 1:18:36 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
It smelled wonderful in the stables.
Most people thought it smelled horrible, but it reminded Saint of her summer trips to Buffalo when she was a little girl, when the old man her Father knew would let her ride the pones and feed them hay. It reminded her of watching a mother horse give birth to a new baby colt and of spring and gentleness and all the things she had lost touch with in her years in the Burroughs. But as she walekd through she could only think of one thing.
It smelled damn good.
She grinned and walked towards one of the stalls, where a Gelding stood, looking ta her with a pair of warm brown eyes. She imagined they'd be shipping him off soon, if he wasn't good for racing. His name plate read simply "Cinnamon", she guessed because of the reddish brown coat.
"Hiya der Cinnamon." she cooed "Ya ready to head out ta pasture?"
She smiled.
"Let hope dey don't decide to toin yas inta glue right?"
Then she heard something behind her and turned, hoping noone would object to her being there.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jul 29, 2009 20:17:03 GMT -5
Pallet walked into the stables and inhaled a big whiff of the air, smiling. She loved the smell of horses. She stood in the doorway, and closed her eyes. The smell reminded her of her home back in Ireland and all the horses her family used to own. She opened her eyes and walked over to a saddle that was sitting out in the open. Pallet ran her fingers and hands over the soft leather of the saddle seat and inhaled the smell of recently cleaned leather. She closed her eyes once again and smiled, remembering the way her father used to smell of horses and leather. She opened her eye and wiped a stray tear from her cheek.
Pallet walked further into the stables and noticed a girl standing by one of the stalls talking to a beautiful auburn colored horse. Not knowing whether she was allowed to be in here, Pallet tried to stay quiet as to not alert the girl to her presence. She jumped and squeaked when she felt something nudge her in the back. Pallet turned around and came face to face with a beautiful coal black stallion.
Pallet looked around before leaning in towards the animal, "Hello, handsome." she whispered, caressing the forehead of the very large, very beautiful beast. "You remind me of a dear friend I used to own back home." She leaned in and kissed the horse on the snout.
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