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Post by Michael on Dec 1, 2007 23:56:02 GMT -5
"There are some who are frightened of them, and some who just don't care. I've seen many who just don't understand them." *He said, referring to many people in the racing world--those who treated it only as business.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 0:03:42 GMT -5
*She nodded, gently patting the filly.* I can't wrap my head around not wanting to understand them, but...people can be stupid like that.
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 0:05:57 GMT -5
*He nodded, keeping his gaze her for a second then looking back at the ground as they moved towards the pasture, which was now in view.*
"She doesn't get along with Cara, Brigid, Fionn or Jamie." *He said to her.* "Only Afton."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 0:09:51 GMT -5
Alright, we can put them in the other field, then.
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 0:14:53 GMT -5
*He led All but Afton into one pasture as Micaela led hers in, and He set Afton loose in one of his own and waited for Scatlett to let Aithne in. When let loose, she'd run, and there was something about her running that was simply breathtaking.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 0:21:51 GMT -5
*She took the halter off, letting the horse gallop off and gazing after her. Her movements were perfect, graceful yet wild and absolutely...well, breathtaking.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 0:24:08 GMT -5
"Isn't she beautiful? Look at the way her muscles move, and the way her coat shines." *He said, a note of affectionate pride and admiration in his voice.*
*Afton was galloping next to Aithne, just a few steps behind.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 0:26:36 GMT -5
Gorgeous. *She breathed, not taking her eyes off the filly until she decided to stop and roll around in the grass. Scarlett turned to Michael with a smile, shutting the pasture gate as she stepepd out.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 0:30:44 GMT -5
*He smiled a little lopsidedly at her.*
*Micaela had mysteriously dissapeared, though if they looked close enough they'd see a note left on the side of the stables explaining that she'd gone to organize tea under the chestnut tree with Robert.*
"D'you want to come with me to make sure the stalls are properly prepared?" *He asked, motioning to the stable with one large hand.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 17:30:59 GMT -5
Sure, let's go. *She pulled her long hair out of her face as they walked, the bright curls shimmering in the sunlight.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 21:38:22 GMT -5
*Red had always been his favorite color in a girl's hair, he thought to himself absently. He walked up the gravel drive to the stables with an awkward grace that came from being tall and knowing how to handle yourself.*
"So how long have you been riding, Miss Scarlett?" *He asked, genuinely interested.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 21:44:46 GMT -5
I started visiting the stables when I was about four or five, but the owners wouldn't let me ride until I was ten. *He was much nicer than she'd expected- the boys who rode back home were usually smirky sexist snobs. And it didn't hurt that his eyes were an incredible shade of blue...*
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 21:49:50 GMT -5
*He laughed a little.*
"And whyever is that?" *He asked, voice light and gently teasing.* "Back home, we ride practically before we can walk."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 21:53:43 GMT -5
The owners didn't trust me riding until then. I'm not sure why, but oh well. *She rolled her eyes.* It's their stable, so I guess they can make their own rules.
((My old trainers had that rule, actually. Nobody (except their kids) under 10 was allowed to ride unless they were on a lead line.))
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 21:57:51 GMT -5
"You'll have to visit Ireland, then, mhúirnín. I'm sure Miss Heekin will invite you next time she goes back. Er... Mrs. de Winter, that is." *He said lightly, smiling.*
((mhúirnín = darling. He means it as in darlin', in like a light way.))
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