From Alvaro to Drucilla

[Ayrn]

It was true that he had not really noticed, though the mare that had moved in recently next to him had been known to be a little hormonal and a few times came very close to nipping the back of his shoulder as he was caught day dreaming a little. Once the wraps were off the horses legs they were placed at the front of the stall close to where her morning hay still remained. Since she was not being worked she tended not to eat as much, not burning the energy as much as usual, though he still elected to give her free choice of hay since if she chose to eat it it would make him feel a little better having something to do for the 24 hours a day she remained locked up. Soon it would be different though. The vet had been out the night before and met with Al, telling him that the mare was on the right track. To keep the bar shoes on both front feet for the next couple shoeings but he was also given a program to start her on to go back to work. Within the next couple weeks she would be allowed to be turned out in the paddock that had been built for her and within the next couple weeks he would also be allowed to walk her under saddle, providing she was on her best behavior. It was a true testament to the mares mind for her to be this relaxed after being cooped up for three months. A hand ran over her legs to ensure that they were cold and tight satisfied he then stood again. Turning his attention back to the girl. When she told him her name a small smile plastered to lips. Very nice to meet you. He stated gently. Spanish lilted lyrics flowed off the mans tongue. She then turned her attention to the mare that was standing patiently behind him whos ears pricked as the girl seemed to be talking about her. Yes she is. Her name is Pizzaz. She is from a barn where I worked, she fractured her coffin bone and I took her on as a project, she was my favourite horse in the barn. He stated. Care to join us on our walk? She just got oked by the vet last night to start on a fifteen minute walk everyday. Knowing the horses patience would only last so long she was lead from the stall and out into the aisleway where shod hooves echoed through the empty corridor. She jigged a little at the end of the lead line though stopped immediately when she did not get a rise out of the male. Other horses that were in during the day reached out of their stalls and she eyed them warily before continuing, when they reached the end of the barn the footing changed to gravel and a large exhale echoed through the mares caverns though she stood completely still overlooking the paddocks below. Eyes were rolled in their sockets before a gentle tug of the lead rope brought her back into reality and she continued on their trek around the building.

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Drucilla fed off others' attention, and yet she was glad he hadn't noticed her little stupid moment. Pizzaz seemed as though at one point she could have been quite the horse, she still looked it, no doubt, but what she meant was perhaps this horse was a champion at something. As to what she was rather unsure, a racer, a jumper, a... Geesh, what else did horses do, dance? Trying to think up that complicated and fancy word she let it drop. How embarassing to pronounce it wrong, though he probably could tell she knew nothing about horses. I can see why she might be your favorite... Eyes traveled over the mare again, and she seemed far from ill tempered like her neighbor, though perhaps that was only because her owner was there at the moment. She was far from a horsewhisperer and to be honest she knew nothing of horse temperments. She seems sweet... She began, though when he walked her out of the stall she could see one thing that was obvious. The mare was ready to go. Granted she was probably bored from standing in that stall all day long, so who could possibly blame her? Having nothing else to do she shrugged, for it couldn't hurt any, besides, he seemed rather polite, and okay, so she couldn't lie, she found him quite handsome and cute. Yet she refused to be her normal self, be the flirt at every word. No, perhaps she could not mess this up and actually make a friend here. But did she really want a friend? Trying to tune out the argumentive thoughts in her head she walked with him, keeping to his side, for all she knew the mare might be a kicker, who knew? So, what does she do, or used to do? Suddenly, she didn't care if she sounded horse stupid. Perhaps she could learn some stuff, besides, not like she could really play horse smart at the moment. Watching the mare eye the turn outs she almost felt bad for her. All she wanted to do was play. Very carefully she leaned behing Alvaro and gently and slowly let hand brush her neck. True, it was probably stupid, perhaps the mare would flip out, and yet D.C. did it anyways, wasn't life about risks? Though perhaps this one was very stupid since he was also going to get dragged into it. Poor Pizzaz just wants to have some fun. She murmured, only to return so that strides were even and just beside his. Hopefully soon she'd be 100% better.

[Ayrn]

The horse was only just turning six in the coming year so she really had not made much of a debut in the show ring. She had done the Baby Green Hunters and then some of the Adult Hunters with her owner, though that was just biding her time and getting her used to the show ring since she had much too much scope for the hunter ring. He was glad that he agreed with the training methods where he worked. While the girls that rode there wanted to rush their horses into the larger rings with the higher prize money Jack did not allow them and forced them into a program he knew would keep the horses the least stressed and allow them to adapt to their lives as show horses. It was also a way to see if the horse was going to be cut out for the work load since a lot of horses would break down and get injured before they reached the large classes. Head was nodded when she commented that she was able to see why the mare would be his favourite. She was stunning and there was an air around her that made her seem like a large deal and the truth was that to him she was a large deal. She looked like a traditional warmblood. She was tall and lengthy with long legs and a deep barrel. She was well conformed with short coupling and a powerful short back. But yet her neck was long and sloping giving off a very elegant vibe. She was a deep mahogany colour with vivid black markings up past her knees and white nearly to her knees on all four of her legs. She had a long white stripe on her forehead as well between well spaced eyes. Quite visually appealing. Though he did not speak to answer when she told him that she could see how the mare might be his favourite. He was not the type to speak a lot when it did not feel needed. She commented then that the mare seemed sweet. Yes she is very kind. He assured her. A palm ran along the horses shoulder before leading her out. She did not misbehave or act too badly like another horse might do just danced at the end of the lead rope politely and causing quite the noise with shoes hitting the concrete. When they reached outside he realized that the girl had decided to come with him and once the mare settled a little she ran a hand along the horses neck, the horse did not even flinch since she was very used to human contact having grown up in a show barn from a young age, she did not have a mean bone in her body and respected humans. It was amazing how handling a horse at a young age everyday tended to be good for them when a lot of people would just leave them out in a field until they 'grew up.' He knew that she did not know much about horses though that did not matter to him since she was here she must want to learn a little more. When she asked him what the horse used to do before she was injured he turned to her with a small smile that lifted corners of kissers. She was well on her way to being a very respectable jumper. Shes young though, shes only turning 6 this year so thats why I took a chance with her. She then commented that the horse just wanted to have some fun and he nodded. Its been hard on her being in that stall all the time, though hopefully this week she will get to be turned out again depending on how she reacts. When they reached a small grassy patch he allowed the horse to graze and moved to rest against the fence behind him before turning his attention on her. So what do you like to do for hobbies? Do you have your own horse?/b] Sure she did not know much about the animals though there were a lot of girls at the barn that were the same way they would just come ride and leave with someone doing all the work for them. Though she did not seem like the type.

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//Sorry for never replying :[ and sorry it's short. Kinda forgot some of what our earlier posts had been.

Happy to see she hadn't made any mistake in petting the mare she couldn't hold the small grin on her facade. Of course she enjoyd listening to Alvaro speak. His accent was, dare she say it, attractive, but even besides that, he knew so much and he just seemed like an over all sweet guy, which was just what she needed when it came to being patient about her being horse stupid. Keeping up with him she could easily picture Pizzaz here in the jumper ring, soaring over fences. So, you believ she'll be back to jumping again? Pulling her hand away from the mare's neck she couldn't help but feel a bit worried for the mare. After all, jumping seemed so dangerous at times, landing with all that weight on those two front legs; yet then again, what equestrian sport was really safe at all? Yet in the mare's eyes she could see something, and she could only imagine the horse might have loved what she had once and perhaps might soon get to do again. You'd ride her then in everything, right? She heard many people jut owned or trained or strictly showed a horse. It seemed some horses never really had that one person, instead they went from rider to rider and trainer to trainer, and sometimes even owner to owner. Still, Alvaro did seem to love the mare, and perhaps he wasn't the kind. Me? Own a horse? No. I wish, and I always wanted one as a kid but to be honest I don't know anything. I was just thinking about perhaps volunteering, learning a bit... That and curiosity just ended up getting to me. Granted at one point she had been a bit spoiled, probably could have had a horse, but at the time her interest had shifted to the next hottest thing, typical rich snobby kid she was.... But now she was figuring out the hard way that money could never really buy happiness, perhaps that was why she ran away from her home, never really looked back at it. Think anyone here might be willing to teach me?

[Ayrn]

He appreciated that the girl seemed to take an instant liking to the horse that stood quietly by where he stood, even though she had been on her recovery for the last little while she seemed to realize that it was important and that she did not need to screw it up because she did not get wild like a lot of horses did when they were on stall rest. She was simply calm and ready to make the next step whenever he deemed that it was alright. A lot of people that were in the jumper world would do anything to be able to compete on their horses even if it meant putting their competing above the health of the horse so they would end up pushing them too far and making them work too hard to continue. Unlike the majority of the people in the sport he did not have the money to buy another horse and he cared deeply about the welfare of the animal in which he owned so he was going to allow the horse to tell him when she was ready to get back to work and whether it took her a couple months or close to a year he did not care because then he would be sure that she would have an easy recovery and that she would be back to help. She then asked him if he thought that she would be back to jumped and he nodded. I hope so but I guess only time will tell that, she is close to making a full recovery now though. It was true that jumping was very hard on the horses that were in the sport so therefore that was something that was of importance in the horses recovery. If she was never going to be sound again to jump then he was going to have to find something else for the animal to do and even if she wound up just being good for breeding at least she was worth something since she was very well bred. When she asked if it would be him that would be riding her a broad smile crossed gentle features. Of course. He uttered gently running a hand over the silken hide of the horses neck slowly. She then told him that she did not own a horse and that she had always wanted to be around them but she did not know anything. I might be willing to take that challenge. He said with a playful smirk before then looking back at her. Would you like to help me brush her? All you have to remember is to go with the way that the hair is running. He placed the horse into the cross ties and secured the animal before then into the tack room with the lockers and unlocking his and returning with the brushes and handing her a soft brush. So what do you like to do for hobbies?

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Granted, she didn't know very many horse people, but he really did seem to care about this horse, it was obvious he wasn't out for money. D had to admire that. She watched as he put her on cross ties, catching that smirk and finding herself blushing some, though she quickly tried to hide it. You would be? Of course she really did want to learn how to ride, granted she figured she'd never be that great, but she did love at least working with the animals, it kept her mind off of so many other things and worries. I'd love to. She could handle brushing, right? Waiting for him to return she let her fingers gently run over the mare's coat, still admiring her frame, her color, and simply her. She waited so patiently, and her beauty simply made her one in a million. Taking the brush from him when he returned she started brushing, though his repetition of the question made her remember he had indeed already asked it. Hiting her forehead for feeling a bit stupid she spoke. Stupid me. He probably already figured she wasn't very good in listening or remembering. To be honest I don't have many hobbies, at least not any good ones... She didn't feel like going into details, giving him any clues to how much trouble she got herself into, instead she thought of the one thing she did do that counted as one, though she knew it might sound stupid. Don't think of me as a total dork, but I love books. Not only did she love books but she loved to write, but letting him know that might somehow get him to ask to see something of hers, and call her too self critical, but sometimes she hated her work. What about you? I mean obviously there's horses, but obviously you have to have some other hobbies you enjoy. Are you secretly a party animal? She glashed him a playful grin, a soft chuckle escaping as she finished brushing, her brows raised, waiting for his reply.

[Ayrn]

From the time that he had been in America he had been deeply involved in horses and worked at one of the local show barns managing not only the show horses that go to all the horse shows around the country but the young horses that were in training. Lately he had also started riding for the boss and taking control of some of the training of different young horses. Unlike a lot of people in the horse world he was not born into money making it rather hard to compete against people that were able to spend any kind of sum on the horses of their dreams and yet he had managed to land himself a horse that would be able to compete against them all. Sure it would take a little work for him but he knew that in the end things that were worth it were worth the work at the same time. He had been the first member of his family to then move to America and this year was the year that his brother had come to live with him. Dante was still in school in the 11th grade and he was responsible for the care of the older teen. It was a lot of work supervising the kid that was so adamant to get into trouble and he realized how terrible it must have been for his mother back when he was in high school. This was what caused him to turn over a new leaf and realize that it was time for him to grow up. He enrolled in university this year and had just started the new classes this semester meaning that he was having to work twice as hard and go to school in the evenings so therefore he was much too busy to have any sort of fun or go to parties like most people his age. The horse stood easily in the cross ties content with the girls attention as her hand then run over the horse and he moved into the tack room to grab the brushes. He then passed her one of them before then taking one side to run the brush over the horse. A small chuckle rumbled in the man’s rib cage as she uttered that she was stupid for asking the question a second time and he shook his head knowing that it was not the case. When she told him that she did not have any hobbies or at least not any good ones and asked him what his were and he had to think for a moment. Well I love to cook and I like books as well. Really my life is not all that eventful. He told her, A party animal? I wish. He said with a small chuckle and as soon as the horse was finished being brushed he eased the blanket over the horses back and did up the straps before leading the horse back to the stall and locking the door. So what types of books do you read then? He asked gently before then sitting on a hay bale that was outside the horses stall, the weather outside seemed to be picking up and the wind rattled the shutters against the side of the barn causing a lot of the horses to dance nervously in their stalls and stick there heads over the doors to then look down the aisleway where they were able to see out into the rain that was now pelting on the pavement, it did not really seem like almost summer weather. He jogged to the end of the barn to the close the door so they would not longer be able to see what was going on outside just as the power went off and they were plummeting into darkness. Are you ok? He called out to the girl as he felt for the wall to make his way along the aisleway and back down to where she was standing.

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It was the opposite for her, she had always had time to kill... Heck, she had to do something to keep herself from going crazy. Her family had always been a bit messed up. In fact her mother had passed away recently... Lung cancer sucked, especially when you saw it coming but did nothing to try and stop it; just continued to smoke away. D.C. may have some bad habbits, but she never touched a cigarette, and never wanted to. Too bad. The girls would love you. That was no lie, but the thought of girls flocking him made her almost... Jealous? Shaking it off she just watched him take care of his mare, wanting to do something but not sure at all what to do. Cook? Wish I could. I burn everything; including toast. Of course she was about to answer his question when the storm seemed to come from nowhere. Horses nickered and she felt as though her words would be too drowned out to ever hear as he closed the door, so she waited for him to return. Her eyes focused on him for a moment before the lights cut off and she felt a sinking panic. True, she might be past the age of being afraid of the dark, but she had her reasons for fearing the darkness and her heart and pulse started racing, trying to remember to stay calm, after all, screaming probably wouldn't help any. Glad she had been standing by the wall she leanedback on it, instantly backing herself against it and curling herself up on the ground like she always did when she was a kid, her arms wrapped around herknees and her head tucked under. It was instinct to her and when he spoke again she answered, though the panic was stillin her voice. Y-yeah. Granted she might not seem like it, but she'd get over it, and besides she wasn't hurt at all. Sorry... I just... Is there any back up generator? She hated to sound like some spoiled brat, but really she just couldn't get the damn images out of her head, no matter how much she tried to shut her mind off. Talk... She needed to talk; even if it was something random. She recalled his earlier question and took a deep breath, even though her head was still tucked down. I like to read a bit of everything really. But I have got to say, my favorite author is Sarah Gruen. I'm a sucker for the romantics. She admitted, wanting to think about anything else. You?

[Ayrn]

He had always been seen as the type to be too mature for his age, he had always had to take care of his family since it seemed to be traditional of families in South America for the fathers not to be around from the very start of their children’s lives so therefore all the responsibilities were thrust to the eldest son’s shoulders. He had been around the times that his mother had thought that she had yet another good man in her life and time and time again she got pregnant with yet another child to have the vicious cycle repeated and the heart break that followed. It was then that he was responsible for not only himself and his mother but his two younger brothers. They were a handful and he always worried about the two of them being left in the country alone but he knew that when it came down to it that the oldest of his younger brothers would take care of their mother and just lately his mother had found finally the only man he had approved of. They were in the process of getting married and only then had he found it to be alright for him to move away to yet again start new. From the age of 15 he had been sent to America to work for the horse trainer and at the horse shows in the summer months since he made more money in those three months then the rest of the year back home. Only now had it become something a little more permanent. Finally feeling free of the ties that had always drawn him back into the toxic environment that he called Mexico. He was brought back to the present conversation when she stated that it was too bad that he was not a partier and that the girls would love him and shoulders were raised and allowed to fall in a shrug with a small smile that settled its way onto his lips. He finished putting the horse back in the stall when he then told her that he loved to cook and she informed him that it was not her forte and that she could not even manage to make toast and he could not help but chuckle at that. I hate to say it but it is rather hard to screw up toast I mean all you have to do is put it in the toaster. Crooked smile tugged at one side of lips more than the other. He was able to see the panic in the girls face just before the power went off and he felt terrible knowing that he was on the other side of the barn where he closed the door to make sure that the storm was not going to rip the door off its hinges. Her voice was unsteady as he asked if she was alright and even though she stated that she was he was not all that convinced and he then moved in her direction as quickly as possible. Hey, it’s ok. I won’t let anything hurt you. He uttered as he made it to her side and offered a hand for her to take to get back to her feet. She then said that her favourite author was Sarah Gruen and he did not know much about her though he was sure he had probably heard her name somewhere. I read a little bit of everything. Here follow me. He then lead her to the closest door after he had made sure that his own horse was alright in the storm and she was quietly eating her hay in the back of her stall. Join me for coffee? He asked her as they reached outside and it was a little lighter out.