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Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Jun 26, 2010 23:49:44 GMT -6
Cara walking into the tack room of the Evening Primrose barn, it seemed that the school had doubled in size - population-wise - almost over night, and there didn't seem to be any place she could go and hide anymore with the other barns being so busy. Even the sanctuary of the stallion barn was gone due to their being new stallions arriving for stud.
She lifted one of the few saddles down from its rack and carried it over to the cleaning rack along with a handful of bridles. Next she walked over to the sink and filled two buckets with warm water, she then grabbed four cloths, a a tin of saddle soap and some leather polish, and moved back over to the tack she had collected. She then sat down on the stool and got to work. One bucket was for the soapy cloth, the other was to wash the bits so that there was no chance of getting saddle soap on them and making the horses not want them in their mouths.
She was enjoying the reproduction class, and had yet to find him to speak with Mr Cole about her second choice of a mare to work with. She wondered what the man would say about her working with the Morgan mare as she had already chosen a maiden mare to work with even though Shiloh was already in foal. And maidens had to be watched carefully when they were almost at full term, as you didn't have anything to compare them to.
She touched the back pocket of the pants she was wearing. She had been doing a little researching on the internet and had found a respectable Morgan breeding farm not too far from Kentucky and their website had said that they would transport him to the mare or the other way around. She need to make sure she could work with the mare though before she said anything about the stallion she had found.
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Post by lorilie on Aug 21, 2010 22:47:09 GMT -6
Seamus wandered around the broodmare barn, searching for the teacher of the reproduction class and the manager of the barn. He wanted to know if her could join the class late, and use his mare, Loki, as his mare. Loki was young, but she had excellent bloodlines, and Seamus wanted to see a foal from her, and train it himself. And he was selling his TWH stallion, so he would need another horse.
He wandered up and down the barn, seeing a mare with a familiar breed build. A TWH. She most likely belonged to one of the teachers, as she wasn't listed as an Academy owned brood mare. Her plate said 'Imagination'. A clever name. A smile touched the boy's lips and he reached up to brush the sliver forelock from Imagination's eyes.
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Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Aug 21, 2010 23:01:02 GMT -6
Cara leaned over to rinse out the cloth that was covered insaddle soap. "Ow!" The whimper escaped her lips before she managed to bite it back as she leaned against her bruised ribs. She had been stupid while in the gym and had tried a dismount from the vault that shouldn't be done without supervision and she had managed to crash and burn as she misjudged the placement of her hands. She gritted her teeth as she squeezed out the cloth and sat back up again.
She continued cleaning the saddle she was working on, and just as she had finished and stood up to put the clean saddle away and collect another dusty one, she managed to drop the girth onto the ground and the metal buckles rang out loudly as they hit the concrete floor.
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Post by lorilie on Aug 21, 2010 23:22:15 GMT -6
Seamus whipped around aruptly and walked toawrd the sound of jangling clashes. Either Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was having a fit, or someone had dropped something in the tack room.
He walked in , a huge smile grace his features. "Hey, Cara! Fancy meeting you here! Do you know where the manager of the barn is?" He was surprised to see her. Seamus would've thought she was riding, but, eh, his guesses weren't perfect. And he was always happy to see her, no matter what the event, time, occasion, you name it.
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Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Aug 21, 2010 23:49:48 GMT -6
"Hey, Cara! Fancy meeting you here! Do you know where the manager of the barn is?"
Cara could feel her cheeks heat up as she heard Seamus' voice. This had to be the worst way to bump into him again after their talk in the library. She had since then received all the information for the courses and hap applied for the child development course as well as the social working course. She had decided to give the law one a miss this time as she already had enough on her plate with two new added courses and everything she was already trying to handle, as well as two training sessions in the gym a day.
She balanced the saddle on her hip, clenched her teeth and bent down to pick up the fallen girth. Even with her clenched teeth a small squeak managed to escape as her ribs protested the movement. She straightened up and took the saddle back to it's rightful rack and set it upon the rack before picking up another and taking it back to her cleaning spot. The colour from the blush had now faded and her cheeks had taken on a grey complexion from her pushing past the pain - and the lack of sleep.
She gave a vexed hiss as she knocked over the bucket of water as she bent down to pick it up so that she could change it.
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Post by lorilie on Aug 22, 2010 23:54:57 GMT -6
The sixteen year old's gace went from happy to concerned as Cara seemed to fall all over the place. He frowned a little, then strode forward to pick up the bucket and hand it to her.
"Need a hand?"
Seamus was really quite willing to stay or go, depending on Cara. He knew people needed their time away from others, and he was perfectly happy with letting the younger girl have her alone time. She was probably mulling things over in her head, and his interruption had merely caused a ripple in her thoughts. He desperately hoped he hadn't startled her into dropping things. That would've been horrible.
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Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Aug 23, 2010 0:49:57 GMT -6
"Need a hand?"
Cara was mortified as she settled the next saddle onto the cleaning rack and took the proffered bucket. "I am such a klutz. Thank you, Seamus." She said with a strained smile that didn't even go close to reaching her eyes. She carried the bucket over to the sink and washed it out before filling it up again and carrying it back to her workspace. "What brings you to estrogen central?" She asked as she lowered herself onto the bench and got to work.
She carefully took the saddle apart before she began to clean each part with as much detail and attention as she would use when cleaning her own before a show. There again though, her gear always looked like she were about to enter in a show.
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Post by lorilie on Aug 23, 2010 18:55:24 GMT -6
Seamus chuckled as she re-filled the bucket. "I think it's in human DNA to be klutzy. I was very awkward when I hit my first teenage growth spurt. A stork with knobby knees." He told her, his dark eyes sparkling.
"ANd, I'm afraid Loki is what draws me here. I would like to breed her, as she has some excellent lines, and I'm selling my stallion, which would give me a lot more time to look after her and the foal. Not only that, but I might be able to use her for the Reproduction class I want to take."
Seamus walked over and sat next to her, careful to keep a distance that he hoped would be comfortable for her. "But, Mr. Cole seems to be elsewhere, so do you mind if I wait here?"
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Post by Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω on Aug 24, 2010 2:44:17 GMT -6
Cara raised her eyebrows at Seamus' words. "If a growth spurt was your excuse, what's mine?" She shrugged. "I haven't grown, anywhere, since I was eight."
She continued cleaning the saddle and nodded as he went on. "I enjoy my time in this barn." She offered. "There is something about watching the growth of a pregnant mare and then the arrival of the baby." She gave another shrug as she put some elbow grease into cleaning the seat of the saddle until she had to stop before the pain in her ribs make her cry out.
She swallowed as she used the back of her hand to wipe the perspiration that was beading on her forehead. "Mr Cole has a habit of vanishing and then when he reappears he acts like he's been in the office the whole time."
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