A visit to the vet

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Cara walked across campus and to the vet clinic, the Arabian gelding she was leading wasn't being the most cooperative of creatures, but he walked at her shoulder - seeming to be happy that he had someone to follow even if his did pin his ears back at the smallest things.

Walking into the vet-barn, she looked around at the two horses who had their head lazily hanging over their door. "Hello Flame, Bonjour Belle." She greeted both horses. "Would Dr Clarkson be around?" She knew that neither horse would answer her, but she knew that Flame knew his owner's name and would give her some indication if he was close-by.

Being a vet student, this place was like a second home. Even so, she entered the place like anyone else and waited for the vet to appear before she went any further if she had a horse. She had brought Ghalib to the clinic so that she could have his teeth checked in case his wood chewing had cause any long lasting damage to them. She didn't even want to think of what the wood that he may be ingesting could be doing to his stomach! She had already given him a dose of worming paste and was already working on his feed schedule as well as what she wanted to add to his stall to try and keep him more occupied while he was cooped up. She even had a mental list of things she wanted to put in the pasture when he was out grazing.

She tied the dark chestnut gelding to the wall and stood there running a finger up and down his blaze as she waited. She needed to ask Dr Clarkson if he had any empty large plastic containers lying around.

She took a spiral bound notebook and pen out of the bag that was over her shoulder. Once happy that the gelding wasn't going to try and run away, she sat down on the ground a few feet away, opened the book to an empty page and began drawing quick sketches of the toys she wanted to put together for the horse... She wondered if she would have to ask someone else to cut the holes into the plastic, there was a slight technicality that she wasn't supposed to use sharp knives.

One of the pictures looked like a mini drum with holes and a cord on the end. This would be filled with treats and left in the stall so that the gelding would have to roll it around to get the treats out. The cord was so that it could be attached to the stall if he got into the habit of throwing it out of the stall.

She looked up at the sound of footsteps...

[.Rissa.]

K.irk C.larkson

The vet was dressed in his usual casual attire.When times came necessary he wore a lab coat and gloves, and even a face mask. But that was only during surgeries. His relaxed fitting jeans were faded with age and wear, but in his opinion, that was when they were best. He hated new clothing.

His brown eyes stared down at some residue left behind by a mouse. He was beginning to think he needed a cat around the place. A dog would be too destructive, probably, and well, what else chased after mice? But, a cat wouldn't alert him when someone came, where as a dog would. The man shrugged it off. He could find something. Maybe it was a sixth sense, or instinct, but he got the urge to go out into the barn. He thought about just moving his computer out there, as no one ever seemed to knock on his door. They always came straight to the barn. He opened the side door and stepped out onto the concrete. His head tooka double glance realzing that someone was in fact here, with a horse.

His heavy boots carried him down the asile, "Sorry Cara," he apologized, "I didn't even hear you come in. Maybe I'm going deaf," he pondered the thought a moment. His eyes drifted to the horse tied by her, who seemed annoyed by his mere presence. He assumed the animal must have been from the auction, "Jeez, how many horses did they have down there?" Then it was obvious another thought came to him, "Rumor has it a mistreated horse was down there too. Do you know anything about it? Surely if it was here, it's owner would have brought it to me to look at. Especially if people bring me healthy ones to inspect. I could always go find it myself I guess."

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Cara cracked the smallest of smiles at the vet's quip about him possibly going deaf, she had been told by others in the past that she walked like a ghost and this is one trait that she hadn't be able to get rid of. "I didn't want to bother you in case you were busy." She replied.

She pressed her lips together as she looked up at him at his next question. If he had been anyone else, she would say he had bullied her with that question, but he - like the rest of the facility here - didn't know that she couldn't lie. "They had lots of horses, I have two of them, there was the gelding you speak of, he lives in White Oak a few stalls away from Phoenix and Arlette, he is terrified of men, I'm working with his owner in helping with his rehabilitation." Her lips turned up in another almost smile as she rose to her feet, closing the notebook and capping the pen. "This guy here chews wood. Can you please check his teeth for me?" She stepped up to the Arab's head and shook her own as his ears were pinned back.

[.Rissa.]

K.irk C.larkson

The man gave a skeptical look in the young girl's direction at her comment, "Busy? Am I ever busy?" he joked.

A spark of light formed in his eyes hearing the girls words, like he was proud of her, but didn't say it, "Ah, taking on the case yourself?" Not that he had dreams of a student at the academy becoming a vet later in life, but the honest truth, large animal veterinarians were needed as most vet students chose small animals to work as they are easier and less costly. The man would like the pride in saying that he taught a student, since, he had yet no kids of his own to pass down knowledge too. Deep in his heart, he knew he would never be as close to Cara as he wanted. In a lot of ways he thought of her as daughter.

He smiled as she wanted him to look at the horse's teeth. The gelding's ears were still back in annoyance of the man's presence. The vet wondered if he was treated roughly by a man, or it was just his nature, as some horses preferred certain genders over others, "You're more than welcome to get some herbs from the closet, if one will help. Or I can use a sedative to relax him, so this won't be such a horrble expierience." Kirk knew the chances of him looking at the gelding's teeth with him wide awake in his own head were slim to none... unless he didn't need his fingers.

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Her eyebrows lifted at the vet's words, but she decided not to comment as she guessed he was joking around. "I wouldn't exactly say I'm taking him on as a case." She said with a shrug. "I'm just there if Addison needs any advice on what he should be eating and things like that." Yeah, this girl didn't do the whole self-praise stuff.

Cara rolled her eyes at her new gelding's antics. "He'll be fine. He just has an attitude that I'm going to help him sort through." She stepped up to the gelding's head and ran her hands down either side of his face, which made him pop his ears forward as he looked at the girl. "He just gets bored really easily. I'm wondering if he reacts to people coming up to him like that because he was overworked during his training." She lifted her hands up and cupped them around the geldings ears which she then gave a gentle tug. "I passed my psych course." The last bit was offered as an after thought, just a passing comment. Kristin knew that she had been doing the degree via correspondence so she assumed that the older girl had told her brother about it too.