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Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Aug 14, 2010 1:38:22 GMT -6
Cara knew that the time was quickly approaching for her Dartmoor mare to drop her foal. The mare was becoming more and more irritable as the days passed, and she looked more uncomfortable every day that the girl went to see her. The fifteen year old had been tempted to ask the barn manager if she could camp out in the stall next to the mare, but the man didn't need to know about the girl's nocturnal habits, nor did she wish to share her insomnia with any more people than she had to. It was well before dawn when Cara crept into Evening Primrose that morning, she made sure to keep her feet as silent as possible so as not to wake the slumbering mares or their babies - which wasn't hard since she managed to walk without a sound from her years of being trained how to walk in ballet classes. One was trained to float across the floor rather than walking. As she approached the stall, she could already hear the bay mare's body moving around the large birthing stall, so the girl knew that she didn't have to worry about not waking her when she wanted to check on the mare. "Good morning." She whispered as she got to the door of the stall and looked over. Her eyebrows rose as her eyes landed on a small dotty figure who was struggling to it's feet and then stood there while he waited for his legs to stop shaking. "I can see that you haven't had a very restful night." She kept her hands down, to keep the apple she was holding out of sight of the new dam who was inspecting her foal - who was at least a couple of hours out - so as not to distract the mare. |
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Post by Onzyy on Aug 19, 2010 6:58:59 GMT -6
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] James ran a hand through his wet hair. He had just gotten to his rooms to shower and then he would be off again. Once again he had spent the night in the barn helping a mare foal down. Once again the birth had been routine, and he had delivered a perfectly formed foal into the world.
James quickly changed into jeans and a short sleeved shirt. Once again, like always, his tattoos stood out and for once he really didn't care. He got into the car and pulled out a cigarette. It was really the only place that he felt happy to smoke, and would put it out when he got to the barn.
When he entered the barn, he saw a familiar figure of Cara by her mare's stall. He made sure that he was known in the barn, as he didn't want to startle the girl. Good morning Cara. I see that you've discovered the new arrival. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] too lazy to count words* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] Cara is/are tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Aug 20, 2010 1:35:12 GMT -6
Even though he had entered with enough noise to let anyone in there know he was coming, Cara still jumped as Mr Cole walked up and spoke to her. "Yes, Sir." She replied, her attention on the foal who was still nursing. "At least we now know that his sire was a spotted pony." The girl watched as the spotted baby stopped nursing and looked at the two humans before flicking his tuft of a tail and turning his back on them as he went to inspect the stall.
She watched the baby as she searched her brain for a catchy name for the baby, but nothing came. Her life was in such a turmoil that she was still trying to work out why she had brought not only another one but two new lives into her hectic schedule.
Her eyes flickered toward the barn manager before returning to the foal who was now bouncing around the stall. "Thank you, Sir. For being here when Papillon needed you."
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Post by Onzyy on Aug 29, 2010 4:30:19 GMT -6
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] James watched the small foal frolicking in the stall. He was an odd colouring, but extremely cute. The birth had been routine, and more mares were foaling down now in the mid-summer. This also meant that there were more chances for something to go wrong, but James wasn't worried. There was an excellent vet on hand if the need arose.
Well, this little fella sure is gonna be a handful. The foal was having fun in the stall, and just played around his mother. James listened to Cara as she mentioned the young one's name. Papillon is a good name. What does it mean? James asked. He was curious to know. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] too lazy to count words* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] Cara is/are tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Aug 29, 2010 4:44:30 GMT -6
Cara nodded, knowing that the man wasn't wrong and she would need to start handling the foal as soon as she could. "Papillon is French for butterfly." She explained softly. "As there is already a Daisy in the barn, I had to find another barn name for Chasing Daisies and Papillon seemed to fit perfectly." She thought that she had best clear up that she had been talking about the mare and not the colt. "Him, I shall call Shape Shifter. Around the barn though, he can just be Púca. It's Old Irish for ghost. According to legend, the púca is a deft shape shifter, capable of assuming a variety of terrifying or pleasing forms, and may appear as a horse, rabbit, goat, goblin, or dog. No matter what shape the púca takes, its fur is almost always dark. It most commonly takes the form of a sleek black horse with a flowing mane and luminescent golden eye." She knew that the whole definition wasn't needed, but she felt the need to explain why she had picked the name for the colt.
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