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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 11:00:43 GMT -5
Hands washing over the thin neck of the filly who now stood much taller than the welsh pony sized foal. She had stood about ten hands before and now she stood about a range of eleven hands. Kris stood there holding the leather lead line to the yearling's new leather halter. Finding some money in her bank account that hadn't been there before. It brought back the thing in her contract to take over the stable that she got a small deposit every week. Which had been enough to keep her life held together and her filly's. It would be a whole year until she'd start racing and Kris had begun to worry about the vet's visit that morning. He had told her the day before that the filly would grow and told her the conciquences to her height in the next year. However this morning he put solid pillow casts onto her legs and bandaged them into a thicker and harder layered bandaging around it. The pillow cast was meant to cradle her legs and keep them straight but if that didn't work then she'd need braces for them. The bandages were only on her front two legs and on her back she had nothing, she looked like a foal going for a trailer ride. Kris had completed several circuits in the arena before she decided that the filly could get some room. But Kris would keep walking, her fingers found the clip to the lead line as she heard it click and then heard it fall into the dirt so softly. They would have gone walkig on the track but it had grown wickidly cold outside and Kris didn't wanna risk herself getting sick or her filly.
Shining brown leather halter sat firmly on teh filly's face and would probably have to be changed in a few months when she was done growing probably. Kris also knew that even though the filly was a chestnut rum color now she was possibly gonna change to a bay coloring. With her dam and sire being so tall at around sixteen hands Kris estimated it would be her height but maybe she'd grow taller to sixteen and two hands. Who knew? You couldn't guess a horse's height. At first Kris thought she'd grow pony sized and wouldn't be a suitable mount for a five foot three jockey. Now she would be. Taking a sigh she felt a small nose hit her back as she eyed out of the corner the small rum chestnut filly. Laughing and smile she started to walk again before moving into a job across the arena and heard the thudding of hooves in the sand. The filly had cantered after her slowly controlling herself as she had followed Kris across the arena. Taking another breather she looked at the filly and then sprinted across the arena to the other side as she heard and turned her head to see the filly chasing her. As Kris moved from going across the arena she whipped back around to hte way they had come. The filly moved like a cutting horse from Kris's view as the filly turned with her front legs and bolted back off her back legs. Kris broke out laughing immediately and then put her hands on her stomach. All the laughing had hurt her stomach as she took a few breaths and the filly shook her head and then took off around the arena.
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Post by larkeh; on Feb 23, 2008 16:46:46 GMT -5
A silver Mercedes-Benz convertible slowly drove up the driveway of a stable known as Hunting Hill. It was obvious the sports car was expensive and indeed it was, having cost its owner nearly two hundred grand. The tinted windows hid the owner, a rather fetching man of twenty-one years. His dark eyes scanned the grounds, trying to make guesses at what some of this stuff was used for. He'd been to stables before as his mother had taken Dressage lessons when he and his brother were just kids. Well, sort of. His mother was actually screwing the instructor at the time, but that wasn't exactly important now was it?
The car was parked in the little lot near the barn and the dark haired man got out, looking around for a minute before a pair of aviator sunglasses were slid up his nose, hiding his eyes. He hit the button on his key chain, causing the car to lock and make a double beep noise. His muscular chest and abs were covered by a somewhat clingy gray v-neck tee shirt with "Gucci" written on it in a darker gray scripty font. A pair of Abercrombie and Fitch jeans hung from his slim hips and covered the tops of his black work boots. Not that he actually did much work, but they looked good all the same.
The half-French man moved away from the car, thinking he could tough it out before he shook his head. "Merde, il fait froid," he mumbled, rubbing his muscular biceps with his hands, unlocking his car. He reached into the backseat of the Mercedes, feeling around on the leather seats until he felt his black leather jacket beneath his hand. His fingers grasped it and he pulled it out, slipping into the bomber-style jacket, sticking his hands into the pockets. He shut the door and locked the car once more, slowly striding in the direction of the barn. Surely little Miss Kris was around here somewhere.
His eyes scanned the various fenced in areas, spotting a brunette with a horse. About the same height as Kris had been too, if his memory didn't fail him. He headed off in that direction, staring at the horse and girl curiously. Granted he'd spent very little time at a stable, but whatever the pair was doing didn't look like normal horse activities. He reached the fence and stuck his hands in his jean pockets, still unsure of whether or not Kris was the equestrian-looking girl running around the arena. She turned around and he could see her face, though she took no notice of him, and he felt a bit of a grin spread his lips exposing his nearly blinding white teeth.
Kris stopped her game with the small reddish-colored horse, laughing. She sure seemed a lot happier than the Kris he'd known a couple years ago. He stood there silently wondering if she'd take notice of him, but she seemed oblivious to his presence as the horse, that he guessed was a girl as she lacked certain things. What did you call a girl horse anyway? He shook his head of this musing, deciding it wasn't important and if he spent much time around Kris anyway he figured he'd learn whether he wanted to or not. His lips parted and he decided to draw attention to himself, "Hey Kris, guess who?"
Translation "Merde, il fait froid," - F***, it is cold.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 18:09:40 GMT -5
Her name was caught into her ears and apparently the filly who stood alert of a person. She quickly squealed and pricked her ears. Kris grabbed the lead line immediately as she barely noticed who it was. She had no name but knew it was someone she had known. Her hair held back in a ponytail as she slowly lead the filly and walked towards the man. Yeah? Her eyes squinting from the sun as she put one hand above her eyes as she tried to memorize this face. It had to be someone from her past, or someone she knew nothing about but his face reminded her. No flashbacks of him but she had been trying hard to forget her past and start a new. Her lips then opened as she tried to make sense of who it was, Who are you? Eyebrow raised as she turned to feel small lips nibbling on her shirt sleeve. She laughed immediately after a few seconds a pushed the filly away. Rubbing inbetween teh filly's mane she had drawn her attention away from the man and turned it to the filly. The one that had taken her heart away and was all she had left really. If Kris decided for surgery next month on the filly she might not even live for an hour after wards or make it out of hte surgery. There was a now thirty percent chance of her living through it. It was that or the filly just never raced but Kris had seen something in the filly that made her believe no matter what she could race. The present and not the future was happening was what she had just remembered and then turned her attention back to the man.
A old habit she had had was biting her lip from nerves, if hse didn't know him then how did he know her name. If he did know her then she had completely forgotten about who he was.
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Post by larkeh; on Feb 23, 2008 18:56:38 GMT -5
The grin upon the young man's face widened as she turned a bit, the girl horse walking next to her on some sort of horse leash thing. She made her way over to him, squinting at him, obviously unsure as to who he was. The dark haired man's head cocked as she stared at him, still unsure, verifying this by her question. The little horse with odd leg warmer things on her front legs started to lip at Kris' shirt sleeve, taking the attention off of him. He thought to pull his sunglasses off his face, knowing they covered most of it and his own family probably wouldn't recognize him either. Not that he'd seen much of them the last five years.
He waited silently, he didn't like to talk to someone who wasn't giving him their full attention. He looked over the girl he'd once known, who had changed in appearance a bit. Her face was more mature, she looked like a woman now and he knew her to be nineteen, so he supposed she was. She was wearing clothes that he knew were for horseback riding as his mother had worn similar attire to her lessons years ago. He wondered if perhaps that was what Kris was, a Dressage instructor. He could probably use a few lessons...
She turned her attention back to him and he smiled slyly, "So I've been forgotten already," he said, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms across his chest. He shook his head a bit and clicked his tongue, "That is such a shame, 'cause I sure remember you." He shifted his weight from one foot to another, looking at her face that appeared almost scared. "Came all this way to see ya too," he said with a shrug, looking around casually, examining his surroundings. Sure wasn't the city he was used to.
His gaze came back to rest on her and seeing the look on her face he let out a sigh. He lifted a hand to his sunglasses, his fingers pinching an arm of the glasses, pulling them from his eyes. Without the mirrored lenses covering half his face he should be recognizable, or at least he assumed she wasn't that forgetful. His attractive features took on a curious look, "How about now," he questioned, gazing at her, looking for any signs of recognition as to who he was.
He prepared himself for whatever response he might get when she figured out who he was. He doubted he'd be receiving the kindest greeting from her, but of course she wouldn't know the new him anyway. He'd changed a lot, gotten out of the crime business, grown up quite a bit, and stopped treating women like objects. He was rather proud of himself in a way for making such a change in his character. He still had some stuff to accomplish, but that's why he'd left New Orleans. He needed to find out just who Westley Richelieu-Covington was to move on with his life.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 23:29:39 GMT -5
The old Kris's face came back to the one she had in New Orleans years ago. Lips opened to reveal her words. Damn it Westley. Why are you here? After his entire face was revealed she wanted to give him a punch in the face. Not a greeting he might have expected but for some reason she also wanted to ask him how he had been but couldn't. It was his best friend's fault why she had landed into the detention center. If she hadn't been so in need of money and so stupid as a kid she would have never done it but she couldn't go back and re-write history. As she stood on one side of the wall between him she wanted to push him away and open the door. And walk right by. Something called common sense was gonna keep her from doing such a thing. All Kris had known that people who had been in the car buisness never changed or forgot. Like Kris she had never forgotten about that night let alone all of her years in New Orleans. A mean looked had crossed her to him as a cold gare looked at his face and she put her hands in her pockets with the lead in one hand. The filly had just stood her ears pricked and her head tipped to the side wondering what was happening. As Kris noticed the filly paid no mind she took her hands out of her pockets. Slipping her fingers and unclipping the lead line. In a matter of seconds the filly put her head to the dirt and then took off in a sprint across the arena and lied down.
occ] it sucks sorry no muse [/occ
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Post by larkeh; on Feb 24, 2008 13:52:15 GMT -5
A chuckle escaped Westley at her response once she recognized him. Still was a tough little thing wasn't she? A smug smile crossed his lips and he gave a shrug, taking his glasses and sticking one arm down his shirt, causing the sunglasses to hang from the v-neck collar of his shirt. For the first time in years he actually looked like the wealthy young man he was, unsure as to when he'd inherit his the family crawfish and beer companies. He could truthfully say he'd bought his clothes and even the fancy silver convertible in the parking lot with money he hadn't earned off of stolen cars. Granted he'd done nothing but be born into the right family, but mooching off his parents was better than crime.
As she glared at him he just basked in the attention, not caring that it was negative. All he'd ever wanted was attention from his parents, his nannies, his friends, and even the cops if all else failed. He didn't even care if it was positive attention or not after a while, just as long as someone was paying him mind he didn't care. His disinterested father and psychopathic mother hadn't left Westley very well off mentally. He had a bit of an attention complex.
He tried to read her thoughts, deciding she was probably thinking of strangling him with that horse leash thing and then tossing him in a ditch. He laughed to himself and found himself teasing her a bit. It had only been a matter of seconds, but it had felt much longer. "Such hostility," he said with a shake of his head, "And the swearing, that's not what I'd expect from a pretty lady such as yourself." He was really just putting on an act, humoring himself and probably riling her up. He wasn't sure why he was trying to act like such a hot shot.
As the horse headed away from them he shrugged a bit. "However, in answer to your question," he said with a charming smile, "I got tired of New Orleans, and seeing as how I'm no longer in the car business, I got bored." His eyes again examined his surroundings, before coming to rest on Kris' face. She really had turned out quite lovely and he couldn't stop his brain before the thought of whether or not she was seeing anybody snuck its way in. Considering his oh so happy greeting he doubted she'd forgive him for the little fiasco a few years ago. She probably wasn't even aware that he'd done everything in his power to get her out of jail, but they refused to let him post her bail. If he'd known she was a minor beforehand he'd never have asked her to steal a car or slept with her. She apparently hadn't ratted him out for either as the police never showed up to arrest him, but he felt bad for screwing with her life.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 24, 2008 17:05:10 GMT -5
Shaking her head the silly smile danced on her lips. Kris had that urge in her mind to just push him down in the dirt or maybe since she had the lead line strangle him. It had been after his fault that she entded up in juvi for almost two years. But thank god she had good behavior then. Hostility who cared Kris had been using words like that for a while. Ah well I can be a hostile girl. A small grin had crossed her face as she looked at him the sun moved out of the way. Then when she heard he wasn't in to cars she pushed into the conversation a second time and her lips opened as the words flew out. Oh okay. Well why'd you quit? Get someone else in jail? The more into those words the louder and more agressive they sounded. It had to have been one of his friends that ratted her out and when the police questioned her she knew that snitches were put down in jail. Either by life or popularity in there and Kris hadn't made any new friends. Some of them were girls she had just seen on the streets and several small juvi fights kept her on her toes about the ranking. Kris had been told that the girls in juvi should be more afraid of her then them being afraid of them.
Her head turned as the filly lied in the arena just being still and then turned to see Westley. He hadn't just come to see her he must have had something to say. A bet in a race? Or maybe he had lied to her about the cars. But he looked like he had started his life on the other side of the leaf instead of the bad boy side again. He hadn't even known that she was a minor when she was arrested let alone when they slept together. Westley had tried to post bail but Kris hadn't know that, she was kept in the cell almost all the day and now and again she thought she saw his car when the girls went outside but who knew. The agression was still held on her face.
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Post by larkeh; on Feb 24, 2008 21:32:55 GMT -5
Westley couldn't say he appreciated her attitude, but he was used to not always receiving the kindest reception of his presence. From the time he was just a boy his father had not wanted anything to do with his son, and over the years many more people could be added to this list. He was used to it and therefore handled her belligerence pretty well. Even so he scowled at her response and lost quite a bit of his charm. "I never made you do anything you didn't want to," he said in a voice that clearly read he didn't like her attitude.
He couldn't say that he didn't feel bad over the fact that she had had to do time, but what was done was done and he couldn't go back in time and fix things. It bothered him though that she refused to acknowledge the other things he'd done for her. He'd offered her a place to live away from her horrible mother. He and his friends had accepted her and given her a family of sorts. He wasn't all bad.
He stuck his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans and sighed, "But I am sorry that happened and I'm also sorry that they wouldn't let me post your bail. I didn't realize you were just a kid back then..." His last comment was delivered quietly, but everything he had said to her then was the honest truth. He was sorry about a lot of things and he knew there was no way he could apologize to all the people he had hurt over the years, but Kris was a start.
OOC: It's short, my apologies.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 25, 2008 6:55:36 GMT -5
Head on flames there might of as well have been steam coming out her ears like in the cartoons. She wanted to smack him. He had given her a big money offer that she couldn't refuse, so really she had no choose. The money would have gotten her a small car that she could have driven in , instead of always walking to work from her drunken mothers house. Kris's mind then slowly cooled down and settled when she thought of all the positives that Westley had given her. One of the best ones was a place to stay when her mother was often to drunk, only thing her mom knew when drunk was what the bottle looked like. Then her old expression crossed, crossed arms standing up straight before she uncrossed her arms and leaned forward leaning on the arena's door. Well I'm not a kid anymore. I have a new life. One that I hadn't seen you... She took a small breath and then shook her head as she tilted it down wards. She wanted to say that she hadn't planned on seeing him in it, and now that he'd come back he was. Even if he disappeared Kris wouldn't forget it tilted her head back up she looked at him and then spoke. Do you have a place to stay? It was a simple question, she didn't want to be enemies with him but wanted to be friends. Even though she made a average income she lived in a suckish apartment that had recently been refurnished and now the carpet was new. A couch and a new television and she even had her own bed instead of the ratty futon. Her clothes had been picked up and hung in the closet.
If he didn't then she'd offer him to stay at her place until he got one but then again he probably did. Probably had a big house from his parent's money and a big shot girlfriend, but if all that was true then were was it all? Kris still hadn't let up the anger she held for him but it couldn't be there for the rest of her life. A tiny question then popped into her mind, how did he find her? Her lips opened as she spoke, How did you find me? Still leaning on the arena door she looked at him and wondered. No one really knew her name only the people in this small town and the barn, some people at least. She had never heard her name anywhere, she was a average girl now in an average world. All though no one could be completely average.
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Post by larkeh; on Feb 25, 2008 20:20:46 GMT -5
He nodded his head at her response, still slightly on the defense. He admitted he'd been a shady character up until a year ago but he was no longer Wires le Voleur. He was just Westley, whoever that guy was. He still wasn't sure he knew. He wasn't sure he'd ever know. But it was time for the boy to leave and the man to enter and he knew that much. He was going to grow up and be a normal guy and forget what he'd done during his running around years. His crimes, drinking, promiscuous sex, it was all normal adolescent behavior, that's all it was.
Westley shook his head at the question about his living arrangements, "Can't say I do." At her offer of a place to stay he nodded, "I'd appreciate that," he replied with a smile. He'd seen the motel when he'd driven through town and he wasn't impressed. The place was just an exploding meth lab waiting to happen and he had a feeling the place was covered in hookers after dark. He was quite the snob in his own way, even if he didn't like to admit to this. He had standards for what he would wear, where he would live, what he would eat. Surely Kris' place was better than that trashy little fleabag motel.
Things were silent for a moment before she questioned how he'd found her. He chuckled in a manner that sounded quite devious and crossed his arms across his chest once more. "The internet," he said with a rascally grin, "Is a beautiful thing." He doubted people realized that for only a small amount of money you could find out nearly everything about someone's life. Where they lived, their employment history, their birth date, and of course their crime record, it was all available to anyone in the world for the low low cost of $49.95. Scary if you really thought about it, so he chose not to.
Translation le Voleur = the thief
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 26, 2008 15:19:48 GMT -5
Snickering a second she had decided that he filly had had enough for the day and whistled to the filly and clucked her tongue. Then the filly pricked her ears and cantered to her and nudge Kris's side as Kris snapped on the metal clip to the lead. At a girl. Opening the door she looked at Westley with a smile and then spoke again, her apartment this time. Let me warn you though my apartment isn't the best but its better than the hotel. The thought of only one bed was probably gonna make her either stay at the apartment and sleep on the couch or stay at the barn to watch the filly in her new stall without the wall cushining. Kris had also made arangements for a stallion to come to the barn who needed a beginner to advanced rider and was said to make a great trail horse. She knew what the meant and now that Westley was here maybe he'd want to the big seven year old when the horse got there. That was if he knew how to ride and she knew he probably didn't but she could always teach him, she was a good instructor. Sort of. A silent trainer, a sort of okay friend, and a real ass when it came to the care of her own horses the stallion would be mostly hers. She had bought him with the barn's money but her part of it, and was to be his rider and trainer. Rubbing the back of her neck she looked at Westley and then spoke, since he was here he could help groom the filly and re-wrap her legs.
Since your here. Make yourself useful. You can help me wipe this girl down. A grin fell on her face as she offered him the lead line and then looked at an expression he'd give.
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Post by larkeh; on Feb 26, 2008 22:19:02 GMT -5
Westley nodded his head at her explanation of the apartment, doubting that it could be all that bad. He grinned a bit as she exited the arena with the little horse, falling into step next to her. "I might as well warn you that I like to sleep naked," he said with a completely serious face. He chuckled at her expression and he nudged her a bit with his elbow, "I'm kidding, jolie damme," he said speaking half in one language half in another. He did this quite frequently, unable to really control whether what came from his lips was in French or English. From the day he was born he'd been spoken to in two different tongues and he was completely bilingual. He wasn't sure how much if any French Kris spoke, but considering she was from New Orleans she'd surely picked up bits of it over the years.
Westley's dark eyes nearly popped out of his head when she handed him the horse leash and he hesitantly reached for it. Westley liked cars and had never messed with any other hobbies. You could do anything to a car and it could never hate you. He liked that, the knowledge that no matter what a car could never decide it didn't want to spend time with you. You were in control of its every move and it could be made faster and better with just a few hours in the shop. And that smooth purr of the engine in a nice car, he loved that sound. It brought a smile to his face every time. Horses though could hate you and there was no way you could control them completely. He wasn't sure he could enjoy spending time with something like that, it was too similar to the people he encountered everyday and cars were his escape from this.
He looked around cluelessly, his eyes darting to Kris helplessly. He didn't know what to do with this tiny little horse. "Uh," he said in a quiet voice, "What do I do?" His gaze fell to the toes of his black boots as though he should be ashamed of this matter. Most rich people knew something about horses and yet Mr. Richelieu-Covington, snobby last name and all, knew absolutely nothing about horses. He felt stupid and he waited for some kind of assistance, hoping she wouldn't leave him to figure it out of his own.
Translation "jolie damme," - pretty lady
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 27, 2008 6:57:03 GMT -5
Her eyes got bigger as she chuckled when he spoke the first time and then shook her head and spoke about the apartment. There are three chooses, either we share the bed, one of us gets the couch or I could always stay here. I already sleep her most of the time to make sure this little girl doesn't hurt herself. Smiling she looked from Westley down slowly to the filly who had seemed to taken an interest in him. Her nose had started to drift in the air as her upper lip curled to take in his scent. I think someone likes you. Kris had given word and acknowledgement of as the little filly rubbed her head against his side and then squealed and withdrew as Kris looked at her laughing a little. When she saw the huge hesitation in his eyes and they darted to her and that question rang in her head she moved over around the filly and over to were she stood. She had forgotten about the differences between the feel of a car and a horse, there were plus and negative sides to both.
A car had no feelings and couldn't hurt you, well it could but that always depended on the driver or those around you. The soft sounds of the engine that rung in mosts ears like Kris, and a car you could easily steal and could be chopped up. In chop shops. Horses though were completely different. They felt when their handler or rider or whatever tensed up and did the same. Feelings could be immediately hurt and they could be abused but required daily care unlike cars which needed a wash like once or twice a month. One thing Westley should have learned was some of the language to the little filly, and in any mind she had a feeling he called her a horse.
Standing by his side looked at him as the filly stood patiently ready to get to her stall but stood patiently. Okay first with any foal or horse stand on the left side and hold the lead with one hand near the bottom and one near their nose. But don't let the lead touch the ground. Kris approached him and stood infront of him now and positioned his hands perfectly and then looked up and smiled. That's how you hold it. By the way she doesn't have a name so you can call her girl or baby. As her cheeks turned a bit flushed she moved back to the side and walked forward a few steps and then thought of going back into the arena to teach him something. Here you can get a lesson in the ring. Moving back past him she smiled and then opened the somewhat creeky door and then held it there waiting until he got the filly to turn and come in.
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Post by larkeh; on Feb 27, 2008 12:43:53 GMT -5
Westley thought over what she said regarding living arrangements. He shook his head, "I don't want to put you out," he said with a casual shrug. It wasn't just out of courtesy that he said this, but also because he knew that as a twenty-one year old man with a strong libido he couldn't lay in a bed next to a woman. Well he could, but he'd want her clothes off, and he'd want to be on top of her, and well, you get the picture. He wasn't sure he could handle that and he wasn't about to break his new commitment to be mature. If he slept with anyone he was going to be dating them, that had been his decision as he knew good and well he couldn't do the whole no sex thing. He'd completely lose his mind.
He looked oddly at the little girl horse as she sniffed him with her upper lip curled. He wasn't sure what that meant in horse world. He stared at the small animal as she rubbed her reddish head against his hard stomach. Slowly the man's large hand extended and he patted her on the neck as he'd seen people do in movies, laughing at Kris' words. "What can I say, chicks dig me," he said with a laugh that seemed to startle the reddish horse that pulled away quickly in surprise. He smiled a bit, the little thing was sort of cute. Much different than a car, but he could see why Kris liked the creatures.
He allowed Kris to arrange his hands, remembering in a bit of a flashback that was what his mother had done whenever his father grew curious about what he was spending so much money on. He would occasionally insist that the whole family see one of Marcella's lessons, Westley's mom pretending she knew what she was doing. Really the only thing she knew how to ride was the attractive British instructor, but Westley's dad was too stupid to figure that out. Not that it mattered, Wes had walked in on his dad with a variety of women rattling the desk drawers in his office over the years. It really wasn't all that strange if one knew these things about Westley's childhood that he'd been quite the player over the years. To some kids seeing such things would scar them for life, but not Westley, it had just sparked his curiosity.
He listened to the terminology he used, making a mental note of each. He nodded his head when she told him she had no name, telling him he could just call her girl or baby. How strange, he'd always thought people named their horses, but maybe Kris didn't. He looked in surprise as she pushed open the door and he shrugged a bit, following her into the "ring" as she had called it. "Accompagnez moi petite fille," he murmured to the foal, tugging a bit on the lead. He again took no notice of the fact he had spoken to the horse in French.
He looked to Kris as he passed her, still holding his hands exactly as she'd told him to. "So what got you interested in horses," he asked, his dark eyes looking to her questioningly. He certainly didn't remember her liking the animals a couple years ago, but maybe he'd just forgotten, though he didn't forget much.
Translation "Accompangnez moi petite fille," - Come with me little girl.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 27, 2008 15:16:15 GMT -5
Looking at him about the apartment she smiled and then spoke. Ok so a deal that I'll take the couch and you can take the bed. I'm out early in the morning so it doesn't matter to me. Their both amazingly comfortable. Looking at both Westley and the filly as they passed her into teharena the filly looked at her with the whites of her eyes showing from fear. Kris's hand had come out to touch the filly's neck and stroked down to her hind end and then a small pat as they were in before Kris closed the arena door. Yeah yeah. Well this little one is a rarity, she doesn't like many people. So far it was only me and now you. A small crease of a smile had formed on her face as she looked at him and the filly before walking back towards them as the filly stopped in place. When another question had struck up. It was about how she got interested, it wasn't really her interest it was her first fight in juvi.
Dropping her eyes to the ground her feet played a few seconds in the fresh dirt that was there. Kris knew that first punch was gonna feel so great but once that security guard came running and pushed her off she was in trouble. Words formed as she kept her eyes to the ground standing by the filly's side and then those words come out. It wasn't my choose. Thanks to a short temper back in juvi I got in a fight within my first week there. So they made me go to this stables and the rest is history. I just felt like I belonged there. Her eyes had drifted back up as the filly wiggled at the end of the lead. Her small chestnut lips were held shut as she let a high pitched squeal and then a deep soft nicker out as she caught a small glance of the collect orange. On the palm of Kris's hand there was now a small inch long tip of a carrot for the filly.
Small fuzzy lips swept it up immediately off of Kris's palm before Kris cracked another small part off and held it out for Westley to give to the filly. Horsemanship was the key importance to a yearling's training. Bonding, a connection and the rest was in that one package and the filly wasn't gonna be a champion probably. Maybe an okay runned but defidently not a big time stakes horse or the next Triple Crown winner. Kris had taken the ideas that the filly just not might race due to the fact she was gonna grow from her original pony sized height all the way now to a sixteen possibly seventeen hand horse. A huge difference from were Kris thought she'd grow and the new idea of Kris getting another horse blew her mind. She'd be training Beau's horse or horses, the filly, and soon enough a seven year old off the track thoroughbred stallion that was dark bay and a good jumper. Maybe one of these days after she got him Westley might wanna ride. It would be a funny idea but who knew.
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