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Post by Derek Farland on Feb 12, 2013 14:58:29 GMT -5
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the depth of silence
His tall framed was propped against the stall door, wavy hair hanging just over his brows as he reached into a stall. It wasn't long before the rather large head could be seen in the shadows of the stall, as the mare moved forward to present herself before her own. His eyes sparkled, obviously overjoyed that the mare seemed ok in her surrounding. Honey certainly wasn't used to being in a large barn. In fact, back home she had lived in a small 4 horse barn with only one other horse. Despite that, the dappled and sooty buckskin seemed lively enough as she reached over and nuzzled against her own's face. He could understand how he looked a site in his soot in the middle of the stables. He had simply wanted to visit with Honey before he went off to work. The entire reason he was here was to work, he thought, clenching his jaw. But his father's oil company was looking at a lot of land down here and he was nothing if against them destroying the environment. His jaw clenched at the jaw, a muscle ticking as he stood away from the stall and watched Honey's head snoop out toward him. Reaching in his jacket pocket he produced a compacted oat treat in a wrapper. Unwrapping it, he reach forward and offered it to her. Greedily, she lapped at the treat and bobbed her head. "Good girl, sweetheart." He offered with a grin, his body relaxing from the strain. This was his first day here and he was planning on hunting for a stuffy office complex? Shaking head head, he ran a hand through his wavy hair and eyed the mare. He didn't exactly know how to go about without working. He had come here to relax and get away from the legal world, yet his mind was still firmly attached to the idea of work. Glancing around, he decided he could waste a little while longer in checking on Honey. Leaning against the stall once once more, he place a palm against her forehead and stroked gently down to her soft muzzle. It was always relaxing being around Honey. She allowed him to forget the strains of work and life and just be a man enjoying a moment with his horse and companion. He knew he looked a sight in his suit, yet he ignored the stare or two he received and simply focused on the Gypsy mare. ooc; That's horrible, I know. I hate starting threads. x.x Honey
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Post by Bree Conal Bryne on Feb 12, 2013 23:13:35 GMT -5
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Looking around the barn for a second, she found a man standing in front of another stall which held a large buckskin mare about the same height of Ahearn but was clearly larger than him, possibly a draft. Bree smiled awkwardly at him and quickly looked away at the thought that she had probably seen her clumsy arrival. Looking into the stall of her gelding, she found his empty feed bucket. Turning towards the feed room down the aisle, she looked back over her shoulder towards the man standing in front of his horse. He was rather handsome. And tall. Bree smiled to herself and walked quickly into the feed room and put the pellets inside a bucket to bring to Ahearn. Walking back to the gelding's stall with bucket in hand, Bree latched open the stall door and then closed it as she got inside the rather large space. The stalls in the stable that Ahearn and Bree were in before had pretty small stalls, something that the gelding seemed to enjoy.
Throwing the pellets into the feed bin in the stall, Bree latched the door open once again and closed the door. Placing the now empty bucket on the floor next to the stall door, she placed her elbows on the wooden frame of the stall and watched as the blood bay horse eat. Looking once more over to the man, Bree smiled. "Umm, hi."
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Post by Derek Farland on Feb 13, 2013 13:59:32 GMT -5
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the depth of silence
The door to the barn swung wide and Derek found himself glancing toward the sound as a dark haired woman burst through, seeming to be out of breath. Glancing at her cell phone, she released a breath and he found himself arching a brow as he watched her. She was pale with long dark brown hair framing her face, and her clothing almost looked as though a relaxed version of a breeches set. She moved over to a stall and he found himself curiously seeking out the horse who set his head over the stall door toward her. He had to bite his lip on a grin as she realized he was there and offered what he considered and embarrassed smile. Chuckling lightly, he turned his eyes back to Honey, who was avidly sniffing around his suit for another treat. "I don't think so." He muttered to the mare, reaching up to ruffle her forelock. As the woman move from the stall he found his head following the directions he moved, as his blue eyes traveled with her. He could only imagine what was going on in her head. Amusement flickered to his face as he found himself shaking his head, his eyes back on the sooty buckskin before him. He didn't normally find situations so amusing, though there was something about a pretty girl making a frazzled entrance that just nagged at him. He found his gaze drifting back to her, as she felt the horse and set the bucket to the side. She glanced to him, leaning her arms on the stall door. It almost seemed like a hesitant greeting when she spoke, a simple 'Umm, hi.' Turning toward her he moved toward her as though he were going to loom over her. Instead, in a fluid display of movement he leaned down and picked the empty bucket up. "Hi. You don't mind if I borrow this do you?" He spoke, offering her a flash of white teeth in a genuine grin. He wasn't keeping his amusement a secret, though it would hopefully be just as easy to see that it wasn't demeaning amusement. Reaching out a hand he tipped his head toward her and spoke again, his voice deep but quiet and soft. "I'm Derek and the buckskin over there is Honey."Squaring his shoulders, he leaned forward to eye her horse. "He has pretty coloring. Bright." Straightening himself, he peered down at her, the amusement fading with the realization that he was regarding her as though she were an old friend. Setting his jaw, he didn't allow the thought to change his demeanor. He had learned long ago that not everyone saw money in a suit, instead of the person beneath it. Raking a hand through his dark locks, as was a habit of his, he remained relaxed even though his large frame didn't exactly ever look relaxed. ooc; I play men better than women. o.o lol She's adorable in her frazzledness. <3 Honey
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Post by Bree Conal Bryne on Feb 14, 2013 22:15:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/28becsx.png][atrb=height, 0]As the man walked over to her and Bree's smile grew and her eyes followed him as he bended down to pick the empty, plastic bucket besides her. She replied, "No, feel free to take it." He flashed a smile at her and Bree couldn't help but chuckle, finding amusement in his smile. Bree raised her hand to meet his and nodded slightly at him. "Hi Derek. I'm Bree. And this is Henry. Or Ahearn." She looked over at the bay gelding who was facing away from the door to eat his breakfast. Bringing her hand to her back pocket to once again check the time on her phone, she sighed as she saw that about 5 minutes had gone by. 15 minutes left.
Bree brought her head up as she stuffed the cellphone back into her pocket and smiled at Derek. He had drifted slightly towards the gelding, commenting on Henry's color. Bree grinned at his compliment and nodded awkwardly in agreement. "Yeah. His coat has really lightened for summer." Bree turned towards the stall and leaned against it, watching the gelding's tail swish around. During the colder months, he was barely recognizable. The darker parts of his coat-his head, withers and back-was nearly black and the rest was a pretty dull brown. Pushing herself off the wooden stall, she turned towards the stall that Derek had just been standing in front of and walked slowly towards it.
In the stall was a buckskin horse and Bree smiled at the mare. "She's very pretty. I've never seen many buckskins back at my old stable." She crossed her arms loosely across her chest and turned back towards Derek. Only then did she realize that he was wearing a suit-not exactly appropriate attire for the stables in the morning. "You know, you shouldn't wear a suit around here. Might get dirty or ripped." Bree grinned at him and looked back at Honey, studying the long stripe that ran down her face.
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