The Begining of the Golden Trio ]Syncydoodle[

[lorilie]

Eliot was throughly embarressed with himself. He was a storng, tall, athletic man who'd grown up on a tough ranch. He wasn't a pushover. These types of home-grown hardworking men were also faithful football players, when it comes down to tradition, and Eliot was no exception.

So it was not a good day for him when Rylee, his friend who was a girl and practically his adopted sisted, continuously beat him in a minor playful game of one on one football. In fact, it was downright humiliating.

The woman slid to a stop after outrunning Eliot yet again to score another touchdown, lengthening the gap between their goals yet again. The taller male couldn't help a growl from rising up his throat after echoing in his barrel-like chest.

Rylee, hearing the sound, turned to the man and smiled tauntingly, her brown oracles glinting mischieviously. "I haven't hit a nerve, have I, Eli?"

"I told you not to call me that, d@mmit!" He told her, clenching a fist and rolling his eyes. It irratated him to no end when she peeved him like this, and she only progressed his aggrevation when she chuckled.

"What? Too girlish for you? Considering how I'm beating you so throughly, I would've thought you'd wish to be a bit more feminine. It might help your game."

[Sync]

Dafydd had just come back from walking his canines, wrestling them back into his room. Cedar had been insistent he had to come with his master. Finally he got the dog to stay and now he had the rest of the day to work with his horses. He strode past the field, slowing when he noted to figures on there. On first look, he thought they were students. On second, the were definitely staff. He watched as the female whizzed past the male, who looked like his man hood had really been hurt. He approached the fence around the field, recognizing the female from the run in at game night. If you want any chance on beating her, you're going to have to play a rougher sport. he told the man, his expression holding a look of amusement. You need to be introduced to rugby. he grinned, opening the gate to the field. Dafydd himself had played rugby all his school and university career, captain of both teams by the time he graduated. His frame still held the toned, healthy structure that he kept by riding. There were many British staff at the academy, yet none had expressed an interest of Rugby. This disheartened him, his love of the sport being pushed into the back of his mind. So now he was set on teaching the American's a thing or two about the game. It's a lot more brutal than your sissy football, but also a lot more fun. He explained, opening his hands out for the ball. The horses would have to wait, he had some American butt to kick.

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[lorilie]

Rylee raised an eyebrow at Dafydd her mouth curling into a clever grin. She pushed out her chin defiantly, and threw the Welsh man the ball, a neat little spiral carrying it across the distance. "Alright, sir. I know I've seen you before, but your name slips my mind. I however, am Rylee."

Eliot rolled his eyes at the woman. "You nitwit. It's Rees, the principle. Are your really so blind?" The country man nodded to Dafydd. "Excuse my idiot sister. I'm Eliot Spencer, Mr. Rees."

"Eliot, show some respect for me, will ya? I'm the head farrier, and technically your boss."
"Do I really have to take this? No. Shuddup and let the man teach me rugby so I can beat you for once."
"I doubt it, muscle boy." She replied quickly, cocking her eyebrows as she walked over to the man, her stride smooth like a cat's.