Post by Sync on Sept 22, 2010 15:45:44 GMT -6
[/b] he asked genuinely, placing a protective hand on her shoulder. This time she did smile at him, nodding slightly. Her eyes then cast up to him, a question gleaming in her chocolate coloured orbs. They were fine, Flax nipped me a couple of times, but that is no different. I'm used to it.[/b] he grinned, ruffling her dark hair. She beamed, and then pressed her hand against her chest to push him away. Alright, I'll speak to you later. I'm going to take the horses to the barn for you. he told her, waiting for her nod before taking off back toward the trailer.She stared blankly ahead of her, her fingers fondling the soft audits of the canine sprawled over her lap. You'd think it would be like a little Yorkshire terrier or Jack Russell, but no. This brute would be a rare breed, a Sage Koochee, and massive. Going alone with the herbal route in names, she had called him Thyme. The three year old gave a big sigh, kicking out his stocky legs so that the front two pressed into the driver's seat of the cab. His hind legs and tail pressed against the other human on the back seats. Remii's social worker grinned, patting the thick rump of the canine. If it had been anyone else petting Thyme, Remii would have snapped at them. But, Miss Rodgers was the closest thing she had to a guardian, someone she could trust, and Thyme absolutely adored her. Thyme snorted, then lifted his large cranium lazily. Remii dropped her own head to place a kiss on the top of his. When she looked up again, she saw they were driving up a long driveway. Her head pressed against the back of her seat, her oracles closing tightly and then re-opening. She didn't really want to be here, not at all. Yet, she didn't really want to be anywhere.. Except, maybe Ireland. Her long lost grandfather lived there, her heritage belonged in Ireland. Her grandfather was the only person who could bring that back to her now, yet he believed she was dead. Her fingers dug into the plush giraffe she clutched in her hand, it rarely left her grasp. The cab pulled to a halt, and Thyme's docked tail began to wag furiously. Remii rolled her dark oracles, opening the cab door quickly. She glanced to the back of the vehicle once she and Thyme were out of it. A horse box rumbled after the cab, it's driver smiled warmly at her. She raised her hand in acknowledgement, but offered no returning smile. He parked up just behind the cab, and climbed out. She knew the man well, he was the barn hand where Oscar and Flax used to board. Remii had grown close to the man, seeing him as a big brother figure. They rarely communicated with words, more with expressions. He would be the only person she would miss, but he had promised to come and visit her. Alright Remii? Good trip?
Miss Rodgers came to her side, replacing the gap Jerry's hand had just left on her shoulder. Remii turned, tapping her thigh for Thyme to follow, and made her way toward the office, letting her social worker walk before her. Allowed to wrap herself back up into her own personal bubble, the whispers in the back of her mind began to rear their ugly heads. Sometimes, it would be rage, sometimes hidden desires, sometimes uncertainty, sometimes just plain hate. Today, it was just good and bad. Bad seemed to be determined to not let good have a say, as usual. Nobody is going to like you here, you'll be an outcast.. All over again. Bad chimed this in a sing song voice, with the sinister hint it always held. Don't listen to it, Remii. You know you don't mind being an outcast. You hate being in close proximity with people. Good argued back reasonably. To anyone else, Good wouldn't have been very reassuring. But this is just what Remii needed to hear, she slammed up the barriers in her brain, blocking out the pair and concentrated on the ground. Thyme whined at her side, looking up with a concerned expression. She sighed, stooping down to pat his thick dome. Miss Rodgers glanced around at the pair, standing at the office door with her arms crossed. Come on you two. The sooner you get checked in, the sooner you can go and help Jerry with Flax and Oscar. Remii perked up then, knowing that Flax would refuse to go anywhere without Remii in sight. She had to physically sit in the trailer for three hours to coax the chestnut Arabian inside, without her there, Jerry would have been there all day. Remii looked expectantly at Miss Rodgers, making her chuckle softly and open up the door. She allowed Remii and Thyme to enter before her, but indicated for them to sit on the plastic chairs provided. Remii dropped gently into the contraption, Thyme chose to sprawl out at her feet. Miss Rodgers looked back at the pair and then made her way to the desk. Nobody sat behind the wooden frame, so the woman pressed the bell. The screech that sounded from it was horrid, it caused Remii to shudder and Miss Rodgers to wrinkle her nose in disgust. Thyme offered no reaction but a soft grunt. The girl perched on the edge of the chair, ready to jump up and run when Miss Rodgers gave her the okay. She couldn't wait to see Oscar and Flax again, she hadn't seen them in a day and she knew Oscar especially would be worried. The thoroughbred gelding was the more nervous and wary of the pair, and saw Remii as a comfort zone. Flax would do for a while, but he got too much for the calmer equine. Remii sighed, knowin it may be a while until she got out of the office, and this meant she would have to keep her barriers up for longer, which would physically and mentally drain her for days.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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