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Post by Liam on Feb 6, 2008 12:33:55 GMT -5
*Liam leaned over the railing and whistled to Morgan, who was fast becoming his favorite horse. In fact, his mother had requested nobody else ride him, insisting that 'every good Irishman needs a horse, and you're half Irish and therefore you're to have a horse to yourself.' The colt trotted over and pressed his muzzle into Liam's hand. Liam smiled at him and rubbed between his ears.*
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Tommy
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The horse whisperer
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Post by Tommy on Feb 6, 2008 12:35:09 GMT -5
*Tommy emerged from the stables and bowed to Master De Winter,*
"Do you want to ride, Sir?"
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Post by Liam on Feb 6, 2008 12:38:26 GMT -5
*He turned and realized it was Tommy. He knew that acting as if anything had changed would give rise to suspicion... well, he had inherited some acting talent from his mother. From his easy and carefree smile, one would never guess that Tommy was the man-boy who was competing for the same woman's affections as Liam was.*
*He shook his head.*
"No, thank you. If I decide on it later I can saddle him myself." *He shook his light brown hair out of his eyes. His mother scolded him for keeping it so long and was quite convinced he needed a haircut.*
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Tommy
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Post by Tommy on Feb 6, 2008 12:40:19 GMT -5
*Tommy nodded.*
"Very good Sir, I'll be in the pasture is you'se needs me."
*He turned to go.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 6, 2008 12:42:38 GMT -5
"Have you seen Sorcha around? I needed to ask her something for my mother." *It wasn't entirely untrue, of course. But he was also looking for her to talk to her for himself.*
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Tommy
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Post by Tommy on Feb 6, 2008 12:45:03 GMT -5
*Tommy frowned.*
"Haven't seen her since yesterday Sir, shes with her mother most of the day. In theres cottage."
*He felt a sense of unease wash over him.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 6, 2008 12:49:19 GMT -5
*He nodded, frowning.*
"Right, then." *Most mistresses, of course, would have sent someone else to find her with the message, but Micaela, not having been raised to rely on servants, knew her son was on the way down and had told him to ask for her.* "You know, I think I will go on that ride."
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Tommy
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Post by Tommy on Feb 6, 2008 12:51:58 GMT -5
"Very good Sir."
*Tommy led the horse out of the paddock, quickly saddled it and led it back to it's master. He handed the reins to Liam and stepped back.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 6, 2008 12:55:02 GMT -5
*He swung onto the horse with practiced ease, and when the colt (being just that and not entirely used to sudden weight on his back) got nervous he spoke in a low voice to calm him. Morgan was still a bit antsy and was tamping the dust with his hooves.*
*Liam rubbed the horses neck and hummed a little, just snatches of something his mother had written, and generally waited until the horse was calm to urge him into a walk.*
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Tommy
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Post by Tommy on Feb 6, 2008 12:56:21 GMT -5
*Tommy watched the boy on the horse for a few moments before returning to his work. He could handle himself.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 6, 2008 13:54:10 GMT -5
((Actually Sorcha spends most of her days in the wash-house with her mum at this point.))
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Tommy
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Post by Tommy on Feb 7, 2008 4:25:52 GMT -5
((Ah right, well he's not that bright ))
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 15:43:12 GMT -5
**LATER**
*Liam poked around, looking for Sorcha. He had a basket containing picnic things waiting in the treehouse.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 15:53:42 GMT -5
*Sorcha ducked out the back of the wash-house with a basket of damp laundry held against her hip. She set it on the grass and began to pin up the sheets to dry in the brilliant sunshine and light breeze. She wore her plain brown dress as usual, her sleeves rolled up, and with a drab grey rag tied back around her hair and with wooden clothes pins held between her teeth as she worked.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 15:55:26 GMT -5
*Liam found her and said, in a distant, formal voice,*
"My mother wishes to speak with you, Sorcha."
*And then, thankful for the cover that the sheets provided them with, he whispered into her ear.*
"I've got a picnic waiting in the treehouse."
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