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Summer smiled at him after he ruffled her hair she said, "Hey, my hair is messed up enough." She then heard the shout as well and knew that something was wrong with Esmeralda for she knew that where the sound came from was from Esmeralda's room. "I don't know but I have to go see if Esmeralda is alright. That shout came from her room. You stay here or come with me if you want," Summer said as she walked out of the room and headed next door. She then knocked on the door and slide it open at the same time. She poked her head into the door and saw Esmeralda sitting at the desk. She then walked into the room and asked, "Are you ok?"

Summer thought about what she was going to do for a bit then decided to stay in the room with her. She stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind her. She didn't really say anything to Esmeralda but instead walked over to the desk and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Summer just kept her hand there at seeing how Esmeralda was reacting to her being there, "Esmeralda I don't leave friends who are as upset as you alone and if you want to rant and rave and shout at me then go ahead. It'll help whatever is bothering you, but not much. If you don't scream and yell at me then you will at someone else so go ahead and scream all you want to I'm not leaving." Summer said all of this gently and in a soothing voice. Summer knew that Esmeralda was upset but wasn't going to ask her what was wrong again, "You don't have to tell me whats wrong its none of my business, however, I'm not leaving you alone."

Esmeralda actually shrieked when Summer still refused to leave. "Just go!" Knocking Summer's hand away, she got to her feet so fast she knocked the chair over. "Why are you so blind? I don't want you here!" From her standing position, the tremble in her hands and the sick fury in her eyes was more obvious. "Get out," she hissed, her hands tightening. She would not hit Summer. She would not take out the pain that way. If it was the only thing she could control, then so be it, but she would not ease the agony that way. "Please, just get out. I don't want you here right now."

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Roman lifted a brow when Kahlilia smiled to herself. "Care to share the joke?" he asked, smiling a bit himself. It was good to see her looking relaxed and happy, although why that should be, he wasn't sure.

"I knew it," he announced a moment later, when she gave him her suspicious reply. "But see, isn't it easier just to pretend that time doesn't exist? We have all summer." His smile widening a bit, he repeated, "We have all summer. Time doesn't matter any more than that."

When she went out to get Ben, though, he wandered over to look at the filly. Ariel was curled up in the straw, snoozing away. It made him smile a bit. He wasn't in the least surprised - the baby had done a lot today, for her first trip out. Kelly, however, stuck her nose over the door to nuzzle and ask for attention. Even a mother could be allowed to want to be affectionate sometimes, figured Roman as he stroked the mare's muzzle and murmured soothingly to her.

Phoenix had his head out over the top of his stall door as well, watching the two of them with mild interest. He whickered lazily, but made no other sounds. Roman, however, glanced back at the horse with a smile. "Yes, boy. I'll come and fuss over you, too, don't worry. But I think your baby's mom deserves some attention too, don't you?"

((OOC: You know I'm not kidding, right? If Summer sticks around much longer, Esmeralda's going to hurt her. razz ))

Esmeralda's hand went to the desk and gripped the first thing it found, long and slim and metal. She threw it - not at Summer, exactly, but more in the girl's general direction. It winged past her and stuck in the wall. It happened to be a paper-cutter, of the kind designed to open envelopes, and if it had hit Summer, she could easily have been very badly hurt.

Esmeralda, however, didn't seem to realize this. That anger was blazing now, and it wanted a fight. It wanted something to soothe the grief that was kindling it. No matter how her rational mind screamed at her to calm down, there wasn't enough left of it at the moment for her to listen. "Leave," she whispered, her voice very quiet - almost deadly soft. "I can't deal with you right now. Go."

With an anguished whimper, she turned away. But the set of her shoulders and the way she moved made it clear that the violent anger that had led her to throw what was basically a knife at Summer was still in control.

Esmeralda's long, weary sigh came out once Summer had left. Just as abruptly, the anger flowed away. She walked across to the paper-cutter and pulled it loose from the wall, which took some doing - she'd thrown hard. Staring at it blankly, she realized there was blood on it and the tip was broken pretty well beyond repair, although the broken edge was still razor-sharp.

She laughed shakily. How damned appropriate. It was a bloody, ruined mess, just like everything else now.

Carrying the paper-cutter gently, she set it back on the desk. Righting the chair, being almost obsessive about its placement, she sat back down, crossed her arms on top of the desk, and rested her head on them quietly. For the moment, she was grieving in peaceful silence, but should someone else come in, there was no guarantee that she would not flare up again. Having someone else see her in the first rush of grief was...shameful. Shame was a disgusting emotion to feel over something as natural as grief. And she reacted with anger to a lot of the more unsavoury emotions - it was practically in her blood.

((OOC: XD I was kind of hoping that seeing Summer hurt would get him all riled up. That could have been fun.
And I...will wait to post for Esmeralda for now, since I'm in a hurry and there's not much for her to do except stay there and be emo.))

Roman had taken out one of Phoenix's brushes and was currently carefully getting the burrs out of the stallion's coat - and mane and tail. He murmured to the horse softly while he worked on it, knowing that it had to itch a lot. "Good boy. Don't worry, we'll have these out in no time." Phoenix shook his head and snorted, stomping one foot and swishing his tail. Roman chuckled. "I know it's uncomfortable, boy. Relax."

When Kahlilia came in and asked her question, he glanced over and grinned. "I think so. Strange, considering he's supposed to be such a tough guy." He stroked Phoenix's neck, which was now free of burrs.

As the girl came over, Phoenix stuck his nose out of the stall again and snorted, examining her as narrowly as if he'd never seen her before. He didn't seem to be afraid or angry, just mildly curious. And perhaps a bit annoyed that she was taking Roman's attention away from him, again. Roman, now working on getting the burrs out of the feathers in the horse's legs, didn't notice.

((OOC: No, no, I don't want Summer back. She can relax and not be murdered. I need Xavier to come in so Esmeralda can try to kill him. xp ))

Esmeralda's hand went to the paper-cutter instantly again, her body going tense and coiled. "Get out," she said, her voice cold as ice. "I just want to be alone right now, is that so hard for you to grasp?" A moment after she said this, however, she seemed to let the anger go again, keening softly in a sort of broken grief - seeming to forget that the other girl was there. This might have encouraged someone unwary to approach her, try to be a comfort, but anyone who'd already been attacked would have noticed that her hand was still clutched so tightly around the paper-cutter that her knuckles were white.

However deep in grief she was, it was clear that she wouldn't be able to get it out and let go of the worst of it until she was alone - and the anger was her coping mechanism in the meantime.