WILD SPIRIT [a gypsy role play] Accepting and Open

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[Delicross]

Ariele
The Tamer

The young woman would brush off Lavender's concern about the yelp in a playful manner. She was always having a bit of a problem with at least one of the horses once in awhile. No animals could ever been 100% biddable all of the time, so Ariele worked with what she had and played to each animal's strengths and attitude as best she could when it came to their care and their job assignments.

Sugar blew in her face and caused Ariele to let go to Lavender who then excused herself to go inspect that rest of the caravan. The young tamer would wave and tell Lavender that it was good to have them back before she went to work getting Sugar inspected and ready to go play in the field with the rest of the horses that accompanied the caravan as it traveled from place to place. It took only a short while before Sugar was free to race into the closed off field and roll around before greeting the rest of the herd.

Ariele would then go and clean the tack for the animals. It had been awhile since she did that and with Sugar's tack back it was prime time to make sure everything was still working and nothing was getting overly tarnished with the sea air coming in from the coast.

[Epponine]

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♫Daughter ♬/color] of ♩ Bear ♭♪

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"Lark arrêter déplacer, je ne peux pas obtenir la tresse assez droit." Her papa Bear said as he put the finishing touched on her hair. She was finishing up her French lesson her father thought was important for her to know. She couldn't wait to get out of their little tent on the outskirts of the caravan and see what everyone else was doing. She had a little time before her chores even needed to be started. Papa hadn't gotten the clothes washed yet so she was free to do what she wanted. "Désolé Papa je ne peux pas attendre pour commencer ma journée. Le français est une langue ennuyeux parfois." She replied trying to keep stiller than she had been. For such a large guy her father did many intricate tiny things, like the necklaces he made. That was why they were on the outskirts, when Bear did the metal work the fire. He made replacement rings for the wheels if the others in the family needed them.

When he was done Lark walked out of the tent a smile on her face. The red haired nine year old started to skip, keeping to the edge of the encampment to where the animals were housed. She was going to take care of their horse. It wasn't her job to take care of the male but she loved brushing the hair of the brown horse. She hoped Sam was there, she wanted to see if the dancer tamer would come over to her tent to listen to her play the flute. Once she got to the horses she whistled and the brown male came right up to her.