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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 23, 2012 13:49:45 GMT -5
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Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] With a final pat on Chenona’s neck, Odessa steps out of the mare’s stall, closing it shut and walking out the main barn door. It was hard leaving her, especially after they had just moved here, both of them barely adjusted to the new change of Harrisbury, Virginia. She was adjusting well though, as she figured she would. The horses at the new barn were super friendly and would make good company for ‘Nona, Odessa reassured herself. What was next? She asked herself. Time to go check out the broodmare and foaling barn she would be working at.
She walked excitedly down the small foot path that led by an outdoor arena and then by the yearling barn before she came to her destination. Reaching the door, she stepped in, her blue eyes growing wide at the surroundings around her. The facility was superior to anything she had ever seen before, leaving her in awe for a few moments. Coming back in touch with reality, she firstly decided she would explore and become familiar with her new job. She paced slowly around the building, finding the cross ties, brushes, feed, hoses, treats, halters and lead lines. It wasn’t long until she stumbled upon the managers office, her new boss. The name Stella Carter read across the outside glass of the window, brewing curiosity for her to meet her new boss. Smiling, she lightly knocked on the door, waiting for a sign of population in the office. Nothing aroused, and she inquisitively peeked in through the window, as if to get a better look. No on seemed to occupy the headquarters. In fact, the barn itself was pretty empty. She sighed, it seemed she wouldn’t quite yet get to meet her boss who intrigued her so much, but she was hopeful it would be soon.
She didn’t yet want to leave the barn, so she figured she would look around at the lucky mums, or mums-to- be that inhabited the fourteen stalls of the place. She found that there was two mommies, both with adorable foals, one a colt and the other a filly. Stopping at the cremello mare’s stall, she offered her and her young son a smile as she watched the mare nibble on the hay in the rack and the colt suckle off his mother.
“Bonding time, huh?”
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 23, 2012 14:43:32 GMT -5
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Harley was used to helping out in fishing boats and cleaning up around his aunt's barn, but he never had an official job until his aunt started boarding Riddle at Foxtail. He hadn't seen much of his new boss, though she seemed like a nice lady. He figured he should have seen her more often, but perhaps their schedules just didn't allow time for them to meet. Strange, but nothing I can really do about it. Maybe I'll go try to find her later.
For now, though, he was content with searching the broodmare barn. Walking down the line of stalls, he examined the mares that were in them. There weren't too many in the barn: four mares and two of them already had their foals. Harley noticed that there was a girl standing beside one of the stalls - Marzipan's, he believed it was. She had a fine colt with her, who was suckling as she ate. Standing behind the girl, the boy stuck his hand in his pockets, finding that he left his hoof pick in the front pocket again. I really need to stop keeping this in my pocket. It was a force of habit for it to stay there, but he shrugged, deciding to just replace it to his back pocket.
"Fine looking colt, eh?" Harley's accented voice broke the silence, a small smile coming to his lips as he stepped up beside the girl, looking in on the mare and foal.
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 23, 2012 15:17:35 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] Time passed slowly as she stood there watching the mare and the colt. She was fascinated with mother natures ways, with motherhood and reproduction and it all. As strangely as it was, it made her wonder about herself in a weird way. She couldn’t see herself being a mother one day, but she was sure that inevitably one day, she would be. Releasing the thought, she sighs slowly before returning her attention back on the new mother and colt.
Footsteps; she heard them throughout the barn, turning her head toward the sound, her eyes searching for the culprit of them. Maybe the barn was populated, after all. But who would it be? Perhaps it was her boss, or another stablehand, she thought excitedly before turning back to the stall. Not long afterward the pale mum gives away the new visitors approach, bobbing her head upward, her ears tilted forward.
She turned to face whomever stood behind her as soon as his voice hit her, freezing her in place momentarily.
“Uh, oh, yes. Isn’t he though?”
She said trying to cover her previous incident, playing it cool.
“I’m Odessa Reeyes. Most everyone calls me EssieRae, though.”
She pauses,
“You wouldn’t happen to be another stablehand, would you?”
Finally shutting her trap, and returning his original smile back. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 23, 2012 15:47:36 GMT -5
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The girl turned around to face him, seeming almost caught off guard by his approach. Harley couldn't blame her; he often finds himself zoning out when by himself or around horses - usually both. He enjoys the peace but loves to share the calm with other people as well, so perhaps that's what she was doing: enjoying the calm and now sharing it with him.
"Doesn't look much like his mum, though." The comment was more to himself than to her. While the mare was cremello, the colt was much darker and had what looked like silver dapples; made him wonder what color its father is. "Pleasure to meet you, EssieRae. My official name is Harlington Fraser-Buchanan, but most everyone calls me Harley." He extended a hand to her along with a smile. "Aye, I am. Fairly new, though, so I don't know too much. Are you new too?"
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 23, 2012 16:06:11 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] He speaks, commenting on the resemblance of the mare and colt. Figuring it was a rhetorical statement, she remains silent, listening to what else he had to say. He follows then by introducing himself, and extending his hand out to her. She gently takes his hand, shaking it tenderly before pulling away.
“It is nice to meet you as well, Harley.”
Flashing him a quick smile, she continues…
“I am. Just got here about a day or so ago. I’ve explored around here a little bit, and it is really nice, but I haven’t done anything as far as job requirements go.”
She said, giving a soft laugh.
“I can’t wait to get started though and see all the little one’s running about.” [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 23, 2012 16:27:59 GMT -5
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Harley couldn't help but notice EssieRae's eyes. They were quite blue and had a hint of amber around the center. Her dark skin only appeared to make her eyes a shade darker, or perhaps it was just the lighting in the barn. EssieRae's hair seemed to have highlights in it. Probably from the sun. His hair tended to do the same thing: in the winter it was a dull brown, but during the summer blonde streaks began to appear. The coloring, accompanied with his usual windswept hairstyle, tended to make his hair look more "fluffy."
"I haven't done much either. I'm afraid I don't quite know what to do yet, though I would like to. I wish I could help out more." He let out a short, slightly nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. "I doubt there's a manual... oh well." Harley lightly shrugged, his hands falling back down to his sides, thumbs sticking into his pockets. "Aye, that'll be a sight to see. They'll have so much fun frolicking around." A smile crossed his face again as he looked back at the colt for a moment. "So are you from around here?"
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 23, 2012 16:49:14 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] She smiled sweetly at Harley, listening to him speak. He seemed very genuine and down-to-Earth, both qualities that EssieRae valued dearly. She was very happy that she was lucky enough to meet him, especially as the first person she had ever met in Harrisbury, Virginia.
“Yeah, I feel you. I will probably need some help from the manager the first day or so, but wouldn‘t life be so much easier if there was a manual?”
She giggled, pausing in between.
“I really can’t wait. I’m thinking of bringing my mare Chenona down here and breeding her to a nice stallion.”
Grinning a little, she thought of what her mare’s foals would look like.
Returning back to him,
“No, I’m from Asheville, North Carolina. What about you?”
She was authentically interested in getting to know more about Harley. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 23, 2012 17:06:53 GMT -5
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"Oh, it'd be so much easier." Harley said with a nod, the smile still plastered on his face. "Just imagine chapter titles: 'How To Know When Your Foal Is Happy,' 'How To Know When Your Foal Hates Ye,' 'How To Know What Kinds Of Food Your Foal Will Forever Hate You For Feeding It.'" Another light laugh escaped him. Hey, if I don't laugh at myself then other people will do it for me and no one likes being laughed at sometimes. He looked back at the little foal. "Like for instance, I'm sure if anyone fed the little guy molasses he'd hate ye forever."
"In that case I'd offer the services of my Riddle, but the poor guy wouldn't get the job done." With all the games that the gelding plays on the boy, Harley figured it was justified for him to poke some fun at his horse. "North Carolina?" He tried to figure out where that was located on the map. "Can't say I know where that is, nor have I been there. What's it like? And I'm from Scotland."
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 23, 2012 17:26:45 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] She laughed and giggled with him until her stomach cramped up and a small tear ran down her face. Wiping it away, she let out a tired sigh, a smile still glued to her face. He was funny, another great quality for a person to have. She hoped that everyone else in the town was as awesome as he was. So far, moving to Harrisbury had been a great decision for herself, she just hoped her mare felt the same way and was making new friends as well.
“Probably,”
She mumbled under her breath softly, commenting on the molasses joke.
“Well, that’s very nice of you, nonetheless. Maybe they’ll turn out being really good friends. Do you board him in the main barn?”
She said smiling, wanting to know more about his horse Riddle.
“Oh, it’s a couple of hours away from here. It’s a small little town nestled closely to a little mountain range. It’s beautiful down there.”
She halted briefly, remembering her home town, missing it, even though she didn’t regret her decision to move.
“But Scotland? That must be amazing, really.”
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 23, 2012 17:55:59 GMT -5
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Her laugh, as melodic as it was, was quite contagious. Harley eventually found himself laughing simply because she was laughing, and the original comment that started the giggle fits slipped his mind.
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, leaning against the stall's wall and facing her. "Though it might love ye if you gave it maple syrup." He gave a small nod. "I could live off maple syrup. Only that Vermont kind, none of the Butterworth. Or I think it's Vermont... is that the state that makes a lot of syrup?"
"Aye, I do. And he's quite the social butterfly, so it wouldn't surprise me if he tries to befriend her at some point." Riddle always seemed to pick up a new friend every week - but at the same time, every other week he seemed to drop a friend. As goes the social life of a horse. "What's your mare look like?" It was always interesting to walk into the barn and see a new horse's face sticking out of a stall, ears perked forward and curious to everything that was going on around them.
A nostalgic smile came to Harley's face. "I loved Scotland," he said. "We lived on the harbor because my Dad was a fisherman and my Mum was a teacher. To be honest I didn't want to move, but it's very nice here too. Everyone's so nice. Did you want to move away from North Carolina when ye had to?"
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 23, 2012 19:50:49 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] Ever since she met Harley, the smile had never left her face. It was great, to be in this good of a mood that he put her in. She didn’t ever want the feeling to fade away. In-tune with him as he spoke, her smile only grew wider.
“I think so,”
She said regarding the Vermont syrup, nodding her head in agreement with his statements.
“Ah, she’s a silver grulla quarter horse. Mom was a dunskin and dad a silver dapple. I think she may grey as she gets older, but I don’t know, we’ll just have to see. What does your Riddle look like?”
She asked curiously, before following the conversation back to Scotland.
“Aw, I know how that is.”
Her tone was truly understanding, as a part of her did miss her beloved home.
“I’ve never been around the ocean much. I went there once when I was 7, I think. But, a part of me did and the other didn’t. I was looking for some independence, but I knew I would miss home, you know? I love it here though. I am really happy I moved.”
She said contently, grinning at him. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 23, 2012 20:41:29 GMT -5
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So Vermont was where the syrup came from. The only question now was where is Vermont? He hated to admit that he did not know where a lot of states were located in relation to Virginia, but he'd learn. Sooner or later.
"A grulla, eh?" Harley tried to search for a mental image of one of those horses. "Well, I can honestly say that I don't quite know what a grulla looks like." The name sounded awfully familiar, but the color match just wasn't coming to him. "Riddle?" He took a deep breath as though he were deep in thought, looking away as he did so. "He's got wings, a horn, spits out butterflies instead of fire - nah, he's a dapple grey. I'm sure he'd enjoy being a unicorn, though." He chuckled at the thought of taping a paper horn to Riddle's head and watching him prance around. "He'd be sure to swoon the mares then." He turned his head toward EssieRae and gave a playful wink.
"Well I hope your search for independence is turning out beautifully." Harley meant it sincerely. He had just recently moved out and into an apartment with an almost complete stranger, and so while he wasn't completely alone, it was enough for him to feel dependent on himself solely. "I'm happy I moved too. Got the chance to meet wonderful people."
The boy bit his lip discretely. Should I ask her? She was beautiful, no doubt, and judging from the brief time he knew her, EssieRae's personality seemed just as good. Why not give it a shot? "So..." Harley cast a quick glance away while thinking of the right words to put together. "I was just wondering... would you be up for getting a drink or something sometime later?"
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Post by STELLA MARIE CARTER on Jul 23, 2012 22:00:29 GMT -5
 -----------------------------------------TELL ME, DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
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The petite barn manager casually flipped through the stack of papers attached to her clipboard. She had been up at the main barn, talking to Riley about a new stablehand and sorting out some confusing paperwork. While she had been there, Fuego had gotten a visit as well. The fiery mare was restless already after two days of being unridden. She's have to find sometime to get her exercised before she hurt herself or someone else. Maybe after she swung by to see Midnight in the stallion barn she'd have a chance to take the mare out on a trail ride. Stella was eager to explore the woods to the south of the property, and even though Cherry or Midnight would probably do better out in the unpredictable and unfamiliar terrain, her Lipizzan needed the trip.
Walking into her barn, Stella breezed into her office, smiling at her name now emblazoned on the window. That was new. Leaving the papers on her desk to be sorted out later, the brunette swept up her hair in messy bun and popped outside to get a pitchfork and the manure wheelbarrow. Before she had reached either though, soft laughter from back inside the barn caught her attention, and curiously, the manager headed back inside to investigate. Two older teenagers stood over by Marzipan and Wind's stalls, chatting amiably. The one was a a stunning girl, just a bit taller than Stella herself, with gorgeous eyes. The other, an even taller boy, who's back happened to be to the manager so she couldn't quite tell what he looked like. She was willing to bet that at least one of these was her missing hand, or perhaps her new one... Heading in their direction, she spoke while still abit away from them. Neither of you two would happen to be a... Mr. Harley Buchanen or a Miss Odessa Reeyes, would you? she inquired, pausing momentarily to remember their names, and looking at them respectively.
TAGGED: Odessa
OUTFIT: outfit
WORDS: enough
MUSE: fabulous
NOTES: nadia
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr.
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 23, 2012 22:36:59 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] Conversation between the two was great. It flowed wonderfully, all while keeping things interesting and in a good mood. Her cheeks had began to hurt from smiling and laughing so much, however nonetheless, she didn’t stop. They had talked about their home towns, their new home and jobs, syrup, and their horses. She had never quite had a conversation like this with a person before, and frankly she was loving it.
It was then that he asked her a question, or the question, she would say. She couldn’t deny that through their conversation, that she had grown a little (okay kind-of big) crush on Harley. He was handsome, and all the while still kind and interesting. He was in most girls (including her own) the perfect guy and the thought of them spending more time together sent butterflies rippling up through her stomach. So how could she decline? Her smile grows even wider on her face, ear-to-ear now, as it prompts him for her answer.
“I would love--”
She stopped mid-sentence at the sound of another woman’s voice. Turning sharply to face her, her smile remains put as she greets the new lady.
“I am Ms. Odessa Reeyes ma’m.”
She answered respectively to the woman, offering a much more appropriate smile to her than she had previously given to Harley, her blue eyes darting to meet his own beautiful pair for a split second before focusing them back on to the new guest. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 23, 2012 22:53:28 GMT -5
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The waiting was the worst part about any important question. Doesn't matter if it's a life-or-death question, or simply a ham or turkey one - not knowing an answer can quickly become a good source of irritableness or anxiety. In Harley's case, it was anxiety. He had been friends with many girls before, but never had he asked one out. The past few years had been very interesting in terms of him discovering things about himself that he never knew, so there really was no time to think about relationships in between moments of confusion with his sexuality.
The smile on EssieRae's face was unmistakable and Harley really hoped it was a good sign. You don't just smile if you're turning someone down unless you hate him - and Harley doubted that he'd made her mad already - so it could only mean a good sign. Her response provoked a smile of his own, more out of relief than anything else. It was short lived, however; a sudden voice from behind nearly made him jump.
He turned his head to see an older woman standing not too far away from them, asking who they were. "Aye, that's me," he said after EssieRae had confirmed her identity with the stranger. No, not stranger... The lady looked familiar, and it didn't take Harley long to place a name with the face. "You are Miss Carter, right?"
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