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 Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 4:11 am
Van peered over the wooden fence, her eyes wide behind her thick glasses and her lips an expressive little 'O' as she watched the regal looking beasts trot around in circles lead by the woman in the center. Some of the horses had saddles with children and teens in them, but some of the horses were bare and obviously just joining in for the exercise rounds. It was the most amazing thing Vanyel had ever seen, and she could make magical orange horses from her fingertips. It simply wasn't the same when you saw a real horse in all its magnificent splendor.
"I don't want to ride one though," she said nervously to the tall woman beside her with the sharp hair cut so black it was almost purple in the light. "You need other hobbies than books. I'm tired of you and your books." Vanyel scowled at the woman's reply, crossing her arms over her chest and staring sulkily at her feet. Van liked her books. That's why she'd gotten the job at the little bookstore on the corner. Not that the owner could have refused her knowing full well Vanyel's own room could rival theirs if the orange haired girl decided to go into sales.
"I'm sure you'll like it. And if you don't, well, sometimes there's things in life that we don't like," Ana said with a shrug of her angled shoulders before marching over to the horse trainers to discuss having the teen put into the class with the other beginners. All of which looked about 10 years younger than her, Van noted sulkily.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 1:24 pm
Ailin was starting to enjoy this sojourns off on his own where he could just wander about and do essentially whatever he wanted without worrying about if Niamh could do it too. Although the boy knew his hooves would make it difficult, he had walked past a place with horses before and was seriously interested in them and if he could ever ride one. While he knew it was just a small chance, he had seen the others riding and was stunned at how incredibly fluid they had looked. In fact, though he would never admit it, he felt a little jealous of them. They had proper feet that could handle the stirrups well, and Ailin mused that they would probably have to create either shoes for him to wear to ride or special stirrups just for him. While he knew that Niamh had money - he knew it wasn't endless and he wasn't sure he could ask her to spend that much money on him like that. Maybe someday, but not now.
As the child walked along, getting ever closer to the horses that strode about within the confines of the fence he noticed another person watching them carefully too. Cautiously Ailin sidled nearer all the while staring at the horses, not wanting to seem like he was eavesdropping (though he was). His keen and pointed ears immediately picked up on the younger one saying she didn't want to ride and everything else that was said between the two women was immediately lost to him. How could someone not want to ride those beautiful beasts? He did and with his strange hooves it was likely impossible for him to! Unwillingly, the boy scoffed at the girl and glanced over a look of mild annoyance on his face, though he knew he had no real right to be annoyed at her at all. After all he didn't even know her! Yet he was annoyed anyway, she seemed to like the horses but she was either too afraid of them or too something to not actually want to ride. It baffled him and he wasn't afraid to admit it if she spoke to him.
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