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Post by Goldie on Apr 5, 2013 21:20:50 GMT -7
Min grinned, holding out her arm for him to see. It was a black treble clef on a green background that faded to her natural skin color. "Neat huh?" she said, closing the distance between them. "And I'm glad you aren't a dog, unlike those boys back home. I swear. They try to get with anything thing that moves down there and is female." she said, hugging him tightly before letting go and standing at arms length away, her fingers looped into his belt loops. "You've gotten tanner. And muscly-er." She said, searching his face while the brim of his hat shaded it from the sun. Her green eyes were the same, gray-green with the ring of sooty green around the outside of the iris. Same long, wavy gold hair and freckles cheeks. Same pale acne scare in the corner of her mouth. Same single pierced ears with the same little silver balls in them. She hadn't changed much, except for the new ink, suntan, and her hair being longer. Of course she had sprouted a good three inches or so, now standing at about 5'10. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2013 8:50:36 GMT -7
"Nice to meet you, Kyla. And to answer your questions, it's a yes to both of them. There are a few people that come in that know little about riding horses. Do you teach a certain discipline? Like, Western only or do you do English as well? Nell is jumping her filly, Ash, because she thinks she's too frail for Western riding." Ryan explained thoughtfully before indicating the German Shepherd. "That's Ratchet. His owner is overseas in Afghanistan and Ratchet misses him a lot." He let out a heavy sigh.. "But Jared is supposed to be coming back pretty soon...He got hurt but went back, extending his stay a bit to help out with his unit."
Callie eventually darted off to fetch up a filthy tennis ball that had rolled partially beneath a plant. She snatched it up and bounded back toward Kyla, jaws working the ball and producing a popping sound each time the ball folded inward faintly from her powerful jaws. "Oh, Callie, girl. I think we should let Kyla get settled in. Play later." Ryan didn't seem to care that his words fell on deaf ears. It was a habit he'd never break. Sorry, had an issue I had to deal with, then I had to go to bed. Kyla flashed a smile, so very happy that she just might be able to teach again. The young trainer had primarily been an English trainer; she'd taught her students disciplines such as hunter-jumper and even a bit of dressage, but she'd taught a little bit of Western, too, so it wasn't as if she clueless about the style of riding. "Mainly English, disciplines like hunter/jumper or dressage, but yeah, I know a bit about Western, too," she said with a brief nod. At the mention of Afghanistan, she tensed, images of a solider with eerily, the same shade of ice blue eyes, telling his comarades to watch out, that they were going to be attacked, and then being blown to pieces... There wasn't even anything to bury... "Mm," she said quietly, watching the German Shepherd for a moment before thinking to herself that they were more alike than she'd first thought. Except, his owner would be coming back. Her brother would never come home...
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Post by Story on Apr 6, 2013 10:07:46 GMT -7
Ryan noticed the way she tensed up at the mention of Afghanistan. Had she lost someone overseas? "Kyla, do you have a horse coming along or would you want to see the horses that are out here?" He wondered if he should mention the fact that Rizzo, an Andalusian, had been trained in dressage by her previous owner. She might be interested in the mare, but Ryan would now need to talk to Anne since she'd offered to care for the black mare. His eyes drifted toward the ball as it bounced away, watching as Callie tore off after it, tongue lolling out of her mouth. She hardly broke stride to snatch the ball up, turning in a wide circle and bearing down on the woman. She'd slow eventually, but until then, she wasn't breaking stride.
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Post by Goldie on Apr 8, 2013 18:38:47 GMT -7
(rawr.)
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Post by Horse on Apr 8, 2013 19:09:07 GMT -7
Eli raised an eyebrow at the tattoo. "Looks nice." He said with that familiar, Western drawl. He took off his hat for a moment before running a hand through his hair and replacing the dark Stetson. He smiled widely when she leaned into a hug before pulling back. He put one hand on her waist and the other absently ran through her hair. "Hm... You look, tanner as well." He frowned at the mention of the boys before his nose wrinkled. "And that's gross, I'm sorry, Minnie." He spoke her full namely fondly, offering an adorable half-smile before he tipped his head ever so slightly.
Nell had finished cleaning up dinner before grabbing up her jacket, stuffing her feet into her boots and jogged lightly outside to go and groom her grullo mustang stallion, Slate. She spent a moment or so in the stables, gather supplies before venturing out into the cool dusk to complete the task.
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Post by Goldie on Apr 8, 2013 19:18:22 GMT -7
Min narrowed her eyes playfully at the use of her name, though a smile twisted its way onto her lips. Honestly, she liked it when he called her that and she had told him so before. He was the only person aloud to call her that though. "I know! And you're coming with me next time I go home. Those boys would stay far away. You're kinda scary looking, being so tall and what not, Elias." She said, quirking an eyebrow at him as she used his complete name as well. "Plus Jake thinks its about time you two had a...uh...talk. At least that's what he said." Min said, smiling somewhat as she thought of Eli and her godfather, Jake, sitting down and having a calm 'talk'.
Cam had settled his stuff onto his bunk, letting his fluffy Ragamuffin cat out of the carrier. The hefty cat then settled himself onto Cam's pillow and promptly began snoozing.
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Post by Story on Apr 10, 2013 18:27:26 GMT -7
Ryan stayed inside, attending to Callie's sore little paw like the caring owner he was. Eventually, the Border Collie dozed off on his lap on the couch. He merely sat there for a while, stroking her silky ears, eventually dozing off as well. They were rather comfortable at the moment, tummies full, warm, and both tired after a long day.
Slate stood in his pen, stock still, Jose in the air. His nostrils flared, drawing in the soft scents that reached him from the plains. His stocky, short frame eventually spurred into motion, turning as he began to pace. There were times he grew restless as the freedom of his past called. He let out a low, mournful sound before growing still once more, neck arched. His ears swiveled to catch the sound of Nell's approaching footsteps. A barely audible nicker slipped out, low in his throat as he greeted her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2013 19:52:22 GMT -7
hallo.
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Post by Goldie on Apr 19, 2013 21:11:34 GMT -7
halo.
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Post by Horse on Apr 20, 2013 16:02:03 GMT -7
Eli's eyebrows quirked up as he hooked his thumbs on her belt loops, pushing her up lightly against the pasture fence, his grin wide. "Hm? Those boys better stay away." He mused quietly, his voice quiet, low, and a little gruff. His forehead furrowed at the mention of Jake before he frowned faintly. "Ah, c'mon. The talk is never fun." He complained, easing back a bit to pull off his hand and put it on the pasture fence on the nearest pole.
"Hey pretty boy." Nell crooned quietly as she slipped through the gate, setting her supplies down on the ground with a soft sigh as she brushed her dark auburn hair out of her eyes. She closed and secured the gait behind her before turning to the grullo mustang stallion. "Hey Slate. How're you doing?" She asked, eyebrows raised as she slowly approached the beautiful stallion.
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