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Post by Sorcha on Feb 16, 2008 9:11:47 GMT -5
((You set 'em up, we'll knock 'em down...))
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Post by Michael on Feb 16, 2008 9:15:13 GMT -5
((That's the idea.))
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Post by Liam on Feb 16, 2008 9:43:10 GMT -5
*Liam went to visit Morgan, opening the stall door and taking a currycomb with him.*
"That's a good boy... " *He slipped the horse a sugar cube. Around Liam, he was gentle as a lamb, not skittish at all. There was a trust there, between man and horse. Liam rubbed Morgan's nose and sides and ears affectionately.*
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Tommy
- Masterful Virgin -
The horse whisperer
Posts: 39
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Post by Tommy on Feb 16, 2008 9:45:01 GMT -5
*Tommy approached the young man.*
"Would'te like te ride him Sir?"
*His wedding ring flashed in the light.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 16, 2008 9:45:43 GMT -5
*Sorcha stepped into the stables, looking for Tommy.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 16, 2008 9:49:01 GMT -5
*His eyes flicked from the ring to Tommy to Sorcha and back. He'd known, of course. He made none-too-friendly eye contact with her.*
"No, thank you." *He said stiffly.* "He doesn't appear to have been properly groomed for a while."
*He began currycombing the beast himself.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 16, 2008 9:50:45 GMT -5
*Sorcha stopped upon seeing them both and quietly turned and left the stables, saying nothing. Instead she went out to the paddock to watch the horses being exercised, leaning her arms upon the rails and trying not to cry.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 16, 2008 9:54:14 GMT -5
*He didn't watch her go. If she'd been so quick to forget him, he could sure as hell ignore her. Once he had currycombed the horse, he left the stable silently.*
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Tommy
- Masterful Virgin -
The horse whisperer
Posts: 39
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Post by Tommy on Feb 16, 2008 10:06:29 GMT -5
*Tommy clenched his fists. He hadn't been groomed properly because the horse wouldn't let him near him. That would have to change. *
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Post by Liam on Feb 16, 2008 10:09:16 GMT -5
((Uh oh.
*giggles*))
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Post by Tony on Jun 4, 2008 16:58:33 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Tony stood in one of the stalls, running the currying brush along the back and flanks of a large, midnight-black stallion.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 4, 2008 17:08:14 GMT -5
*Ellie, clad appropriately in riding pants and a shirt stolen from her brother, had headed to the stables to saddle up and head out for the afternoon. What she didn't expect was Mr. Blakeney in the stall of the horse she'd planned on riding today.*
*She but her lip.*
"Oh. Er. Sorry, I was going to..."
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Post by Tony on Jun 4, 2008 17:10:29 GMT -5
"Oh, no, excuse me, you go ahead," *he said, moving out of the stall so she could take his place.* "I'm not one for riding much, anymore."
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 4, 2008 17:12:14 GMT -5
"Anymore? Because that would imply that you used to and if you used to then it's really just like riding a bicycle and..." *She coughed awkwardly.* "Thank you, by the way." *This last part was quieter as she looked up and met his eyes with a sincerely thankful gaze.*
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Post by Tony on Jun 4, 2008 17:14:15 GMT -5
*He shrugged, his brow furrowing a bit.*
"It's...your horse."
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