Auction Four

[lorilie]

Horse Five



Waylon is a sweet gelding of fifteen years, a backyard pasture pony. He’s a crossbreed that was used in shows by a young girl until her family couldn’t pay for him anymore. This guy is about fifteen hands and is a little overweight due to too many apples. Nonetheless, Waylon loves children and is excellent with them.

[lorilie]

Horse Eight



This two year old Saddlebred filly is called Corinander. She’s a cute, intelligent horse with a good build for Western. She has a lovely tobino coat, and a sweet attitude. She will mature to be fifteen point two hands.

[lorilie]

Horse Nine



Shikoba is a palomino three year old gelding, with a positive attitude and an outlook that could be described as happy-go-lucky. He’s a quarter horse and has Western trained parents. Will be about fifteen point three hands.

[lorilie]

Horse Eleven



This yearling Saddlebred colt is the half brother ofCorinander. He also sports a tobino coat, and a good attitude. It’s up to you on whether or not you want him gelded. His overall attitude so far seems to be that he carries himself proudly, but he is modest. He’s called Tempo for the even beat of his gaits.

[Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω]

Cara walked through the auction house with a Nikon D40 SLR camera around her neck. She was snapping images of the children and their adults that were making their way around the horses that were here. And yes, there was the often really cute photo of a child face to face with one of the equine every now and then. She was glad that she was right handed and the camera button was on that side as she had her left hand and wrist strapped up - this time though the wound wasn't a self-inflicted as she had been told to make it out.

She paused to look at a Welsh pony stallion and the Thoroughbred filly in the pen next to his. The filly was cute and the stallion was a looker, but she really didn't feel anything for either of them so she kept walking along. She tried to take as few photos of the horses as possible as she didn't want anyone to label her as a journalist and black-ball her, just in case one of the animals here did manage to catch her eye.

She thought about the horses she had at the Academy. Phoenix was the handful she would always be, the true Jekyll and Hyde persona. Then there was Arlette, the spunky little skewbald was so nice to work with. She had recently sold Ghalib to and old school chum from France, and was happy with the pairing and knew that she would see the gelding again in future as she was sure that the horse and rider would go far together.

Her mind was a million miles away when she was suddenly aware that something was right in front of her. "Oh!" She exclaimed as her eyes focused and she saw the face of a beautiful young mare staring at her with the most open face she had ever seen. "I am sorry, ma dame." She said as she stepped out of the pony's personal bubble. She tipped her head to the side as she studied the mare in front of her. Fluted nostrils, shapely ears, large soft eyes, mobile upper lip. They told her everything she needed to know about the pony; she was honest, trusting and trustful, intelligent, curious and had a willingness to learn that would mean she would learn fast.

"Can I help you, child?"

The soft voice of the woman behind her, caused Cara to jump. "I am just looking, thank you Ma'am." She replied softly as she took her eyes off the pony long enough to grace the woman with a respectful bow of the head.

The woman laughed gently. "Aren't we all?" She chuckled and nodded at the girl's deadpan look. "This wee lady is Merle. She's looking for the right person to teach her the ways of the horse world."

Cara shook her head. "Thank you, Ma'am. But I'm not the person that this mare needs." At her latest meeting with Tony, the man had mentioned his displeasure with her and had made some words about her moving school. He had been most angry about her extra-circular activities and had ordered her to drop the courses that she was taking. She had openly refused, thus her wrist - which was a punishment to stop her from being able to train.

The woman's smile vanished as she nodded her head. "I understand, my dear." She said, although you could see from her face that she didn't really.

Cara turned to leave and the pony's lips caught hold of her jacket. "I'm sorry." The girl said with a pained expression. "I don't have a way to get you back to the academy anyway..."

OOC: I couldn't help myself. The pony made me do it!! Look into her eyes and tell her you won't take her home!!!! Anyone want to help Cara?

[.Rissa.]

K.ristin C.larkson

A rather new blue Chevy and a school horse trailer pulled up into the auction parking lot. In a way, coming here brought back horrid memories, this was where she met Travis. Her blue eyes blinked several times as her breathing came up short. She wasn't going to run into him again, Kirk promised that... and if she did, well, he would be dead meat.

Her brother should have known better than to let her come and pick out a horse. After all, is she saw anything with spots, she would take it. The cowgirl exited the truck, her frame landing softly on the gravel. Worn boots with jeans that had a hole at the knee carried her to the building. She wore a simple white tank top and aviater shades. Her wavy blonde hair was parted down the sides of her face. She looked like a student, thankfully, today she didn't want to be known as owner of the academy. Then everyone would scramble her trying to buy 'their' horse becuase it was the 'best'.

The first two horses didn't really catch her eye. The third one though, with spots, did. It was obvious the animal was more than part appaloosa. The horse had the scelera around it's eyes, which was solely an appaloosa trait, and there was some molting on the muzzle. The horse eagerly approched her and seemed friendly enough. But, the blonde walked on. There was a ten year old stud. He wasn't even registerd, just a bronc. She hoped no one came home with it. Nothing else seemed to catch her eye, but then, she sucked ina sharp breath seeing a palomino.

In a rush she approached the mare. She felt her heart sink seeing it was only three. She already had two young horses, an older one would be more beneficial. Bo was taking to barrels okay, and what little ground work they did with jumping. The paint was on the road to mental recovery. If she bought this filly, she would have to train it. She mentally weighed the options, her blue eyes casted a glance over to the next pen and she recognized Cara, "Hi." she waved. Then a thought struck her, "Could I ask you a quick question?"

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[/size][/color][/b]e pulled into the parking lot with his horse box attached to the rear of the truck. He had full intention on buying another horse, after much deliberation the night before. Question and Sandy were just getting to predictable, he needed something new to work with. He threw the door of the truck shut and made his way into the auction house. His eyes trailed each horse he passed, making note to make his way back to a few. He began to circle the room for a good hour before he found himself drawn to a pair of siblings. The cross bred mustangs had the open yet curious faces which Jay was drawn to like a moth to a light. His hazel oracles evaluated the pair, neither of them becoming a favorite yet he liked them both. He liked that they were western, but he could easily train one to ride English. He took a couple of steps closer to them, his hand out stretched to the male. Hello handsome. he cooed to him, chuckling as the gelding lifted his blazed cranium to blow a gust of warm air into his face. The mare hung back a little, seeming to be evaluating the curly headed teenager. She finally took a couple of steps to meet him, her muzzle pushing into Jay's open palm. His lips parted but before he could speak, the seller came over to Jay. Nice pair aren't they. she told him. He nodded, eyes still on the gray/white mare. He smiled. Before the seller could offer a price, he knew he was determined to buy them. $2,550 for the pair. the woman offered, Jay looked at her, his expression not as friendly as before. Okay, okay, $2,350.[/b] she lowered to, causing Jay to raise an eye brow and cross his arms. He was more of the silent bidder, making the seller uncomfortable so that they lower. Really, he didn't need to do anything. $1,900. My final offer. the woman almost growled at him. He broke into a smile and offered his hand to her. Deal. he said, shaking her hand. He handed the money and told the woman to get their handler to take them out the back, he would take the truck around to meet them. She nodded, and he smiled, making his way out the auction house doors. Before he left, he called back to the mare and gelding. You're coming home with me, Babies! he cooed, chuckling at the delighted whinny he got from the bay at his tone.
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[racingbelle]

Stevie walked slowly among the horses at the auction. Their was a Kiger Mustang stallion that caught her eye but Stevie wasn't interested in another stallion. She don't think that anyone at the Academy would appreciate it either. They still didn't accept Lightning, just because he was a stallion. Well he had 'attacked' Cara on their second day there but...all had turned out well. Besides that was Lightning's first time out since they had arrived at the Academy. Stevie was so absorbed in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice a gorgeous chestnut weanling. She stopped immediately. The little filly came trotting up and pushed her head into Stevie's chest. Then she snorted and nipped at Stevie's fingers as the young woman tried to pet her. "Ow!" Stevie cried as the youngster caught the edge of her finger. "Just for that", Stevie laughed,"your coming home with me." The salesperson immediately rushed over to Stevie. They talked quickly. "One thousand. That's my final offer." Stevie looked stubbornly at the sales person. The sales person just shrugged seemingly saying "Hey this nippy little pest is yours now. Not my problem anymore."Deal." Stevie quickly took the lead and halter, put it on the little filly then led her out. "Alright Haizia, your mine now." Stevie grinned and lead her new horse out of the auction area.

[Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω]

Cara and the silver dapple pony seemed to be locked in an unspoken conversation. The sound of a familiar voice broke the magic between horse and human, and the girl turned to catch the sight of Kristin waving. The girl returned the older teen's wave with a small wave of her own.

Her eyebrows shot up at the asked question. "Of course, Ma'am!" She said, surprise heightening her voice.

[sepia]

A rather battered jeep pulled into the carpark off the fairgrounds, trailer neatly hitched behind it, and found a space, sliding into place with care, being careful not to dent the far flashier vehicles on either side. "Thanks, Lee," two young voices chirped as the car slid to a stop, and there was a scramble as two thirteen year olds leapt out, one of them almost managing to cannon into the next door car in his enthusiasm.

"Oops," Julian muttered, as Jessica giggled, for these two were the owners of the voices. The pair of them had managed to convince Lee, now removing himself from the jeep and locking up, to drive them to the fairgrounds, both of them having begun to make friends with the reticent older teen in the past few weeks. Jess had mad his acquaintance when she'd been having problems with Acorn, the pony uncharacteristically acting up, and panicking her until Lee had happened along on the scene, observed for a few moments, then quietly pointed out that it looked like his tack didn't fit quite right. And, indeed, he'd been right, Acorn having muscled up with the consistent work Jess had been giving him. A few adjustmenst later and he was was back to his usual gentlemanly self.That had been the start of a quiet sort of understanding between the two, Jess looking up to Lee as purveyor of all horsy knowledge, and Lee liking the dedicated attitude of the younger girl.

Julian, of course, was a great deal more chatty in his attempts to befriend Lee, having come upon the stable-hand one afternoon, and promptly deciding to make friends. Lee, amused by the boy and admitting that he was decent with horses, allowed the enthusiastic youngster to chatter away at him. Julian and Jess, too, being among the few younger students at the Academy, had made tentative friends, though Jess was rather unnerved by Julian's gung-ho attitude, so it had made sense for the three of them to travel down to the auctions together. Especially as Lee was the only one that could drive. Still, they weren't good enough friends to actually stick together once they'd gotten to the auction, and so they scattered, driven by their own particular whims.

***

Jess, truth be told, wasn't really on the look-out to buy a horse. She was perfectly happy with Acorn, and didn't feel that she was a good enough rider to handle another animal. However, she hadn't been going to miss going to at least one of the auctions, and so she wandered through the crowds, saying hello to some animals - and instantly fleeing if any official person came too close, speech about how wonderful their animal was rolling off their lips. She didn't need to be pressured like that, thanks!

Not long after arriving, she caught sight of a familiar figure, and turned to see Cara, seemingly deep in communication with a grey mare, camera slung around her neck. Changing course instantly, she made her way over, hoping her older friend wouldn't mind the intrusion. "Hello!" she said, brightly, as she came to a halt beside Cara, only then realising that the girl was in communication with both the seller of the mare, and Kristin Clarkson. She flushed, immediately, and hung back a step, not wanting to interrupt what looked like a very serious conversation.

***

Julian, on the other hand, was on the lookout for a horse; and Alyss. He'd thought the girl had said - well, not said, precisely - that she was going to be down at the next auction, and so he kept a very close eye out, peering at groups of people in the hope of seeing his slender, silent friend. As a bay pony nosed up to him, Julian passing a little close to the barriers of his pen, he was briefly distracted from his search as he turned to make friends with the rather chubby gelding.

The seller of the pony seemed to be immersed in discussions with someone else, so he was free to stroke the bay - Waylon, he noticed the sign said - without fear of being taken for a prospective buyer. Maybe it was foolish of him, and he should just go ahead and get on with it, but he was seriously considering waiting for Alyss before he purchased a horse. He wanted it - probably a gelding - to get on well, reasonably, with Alina, after all and... Yeah, it was probably foolish, but he wanted the other girl's approval. Fingering the check safely in his pocket - value not yet marked - he decided he'd wait a few more minutes for his friend, then start looking more seriously.

***

Lee was undecided. Yes, his job at the Academy kept him plenty busy riding and looking after their horses, but he wanted a horse he had a little more personal investment in. He wasn't planning to work as a stablehand for the rest of his life, after all, no; he wanted to get into the training scene, but to do that, he needed to build a bit of a reputation. And while giving the Academy horses some additional training was all well and good, he was half on the lookout for a nice, young animal he could take in, train up, then either sell on or keep himself. The former had the advantage of bringing in some cash - which was a good thing, given the tight budget he was living on now, and the knowledge that his family would really appreciate him sending more money back to them - as well as making a bit of a name for himself. His main concern, though, was fitting in the training of a young animal around his already busy schedule - and about to get busier given that one of his fellow barnhands was leaving at the end of the week.

He moved through the auction contemplatively, scanning the horses and ponies present with an assessing eye. A tobino paint caught his attention for a moment, and he moved over to take a look at the young stallion, taking in his proud demeanor. As he did so, he caught sight of Cara out of the corner of his eye, and raised a hand in greeting, sharp eyes picking out the cast on her arm with a surge of anger. He could guess where that had come from...

Moving on, a striking dun stallion attracted his eye, and he paused, gaze contemplative.

"He was a bucking horse," a voice at his elbow informed him, and he turned to see an older man, eying up the stallion with a gimlet gaze. "Halter-broke, though, definitely trainable. You looking?"

"Perhaps," Lee answered, noncommittally. "Are you?" He definitely liked the look of the animal, something in his restless demeanor attracting his attention. And he would certainly be a challenge. And Lee liked a challenge. He could fit in training a stallion, couldn't he? He didn't need that much down-time, after all.

"Yes," the man answered, and something in his tone put Lee off him immediately. "I can think of quite a few things I'd like to do with him."

Lee burst into movement, decisions made. "You'll be disappointed, I'm afraid," he said, as he headed towards the horse, whose ears pricked at his approach. "First come, first served."

After a few moment's discussion with the seller of the horse, a surprisingly mousy woman, Lee was writing a check, and suddenly found himself the owner of a Kiger Mustang stallion, who was currently gnawing a hole in the fences confining him.

Huh. And Iestyn said he didn't make snap decisions?

((Yikes this was long...))

[lorilie]

Waking up at five-thirty in the morning was routine for Alyss, as she could safely work Alina that early and find the arenas and barns relatively abandoned. Then, she could go to school throughout the day, and work the mare again late at night.

So, today was no differant, as she came in at seven from her ride, her face flushed slightly from her happiness and the slight nip in the morning air. The Thoroughbred mare was progressing enormously each day, and her tolerance for people may not have changed, but she could now relax a bit in the barn without trying to kill the horses around her.

Alyss was quick to take a shower and change into some clean clothes, and then, she changed her routine. Instead of going to wait outside her teacher's classrooms, she went to Demetri and woke him, ruffling his ears. The dog pricked said audits, and hopped from his mistress' bed, looking up at her patiently.

Today was Saturday, and a new auction was in. Alyss had been going to every one, to see if she could find a horse to fit Julian that Alina might be able to stand. So far, none had made the cut. A pleasent English gelding was in popular demand, it seemed.

For the next thirty minutes, Alyss walked to the Auction yard, but no one saw her, or the dog next to her. Even out by the road, Alyss stuck in the trees, merging into the shadows with Demetri at her side. As she walked, she mulled over what kind of horse she might lead Julian to.

A gelding was a must. Stallions made Alina tick, and mares were just a no-no. And the gelding probably shouldn't be a Thoroughbred; not for Julian's first horse, as they were known to be hard to handle sometimes - just look at her mare. So probably a pony or crossbreed. And, he had to be English, as Julian rode English. Easygoing, but not timid, as Alina would most likely try to put him down. Patience was the word, perhaps.

When Alyss entered the aution, she browsed up and down the aisle, crossing horse off her list. One - no/too young. Two - no/mare. Three - no/mare. Four - no/stallion. Five - maybe, but Julian would need to train and geld him. Six - he would be fine.

The other horses chalked up to no's as well. Alyss found herself and Demetri a nice little corner and waited.

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A few hours later, she saw him. Julian had in fact come to the auction house, and a slight smile curved on her lips. She rose, Demetri following, and walked over to him, reaching up to tap his shoulder and gain his attention.

[sepia]

"Alyss!" Julian said, delightedly, as he spun around to face her, already expecting who he would see. Who else would come up to him without a word and tap him on the shoulder, after all? "And Demetri," he added, dropping down on one knee to give the large dog a pat. From his vantage point nearer the floor, he looked up at his friend, smiling his customary grin at her - or, more specifically, the slightly different variety of grin that only came out when Alyss was around, not that Julian had noticed this fact yet himself.

"I've been having a look at the horses," he said, getting to his feet and brushing dust of the knee of his trousers, "None of them look quite ideal, unfortunately. The geldings are either Western trained, or a little small, given that I seem to be in the middle of a growthspurt."Straightening up, it did indeed appear that he'd grown a centimetre or two since they'd last spoken, Julian looking somewhat more ungainly than before. And there wasn't much point in buying a pony, however nice he was, that he would grow out of in a few short months. "Like this guy, here," he added, with a gesture behind him to the bay pony he'd been making friends with.

"What are your thoughts?" he asked, as he did so scrabbling in his pocket for a moment, emerging triumphantly with a small pad of paper and a pen. "Not that I mind you writing on my arms," he said as he handed them over, "But I thought it might get a few odd looks with all these people around."

[lorilie]

Alyss grinned at him as he greeted her with his usual bout of enthusiasim. Julian always treated her well, never like some wierd abused kid. Then, he reached down and offered his hand to Demetri. The wolf-dog whined happily and dragged his long tongue over the boy's hand, his tail thumping against Alyss. She smiled softly at Julian when he casted her his usual smile, a flash of teeth that made it seem like the teen was truly estatic to see her, like he'd missed her and had thought about her in the time they'd spent apart.

She listened and nodded thoughtfully as he listed off the details he'd noticed when examining this auction's herd. Alyss was suprised he'd noticed so much, but happily took the pen and paper he offered.

The bay crossbred has the perfect attitude - easygoing, but confident. He would be fine if Alina wished to be dominant over him, but his age makes it so that he knows how to put her in her place if nessesary. Of course, Alina will be Alina; even I cannot be totally sure as to how she'll accept any horse. I would suggest either buying this gelding, or searching online. Whichever you wish.

She handed the pad back to him, and while he read over it, she went to the horse and held out her hand. He snuffled it gently, and she nodded at his calm demenor. He was well built, if not a tad stocky, and sturdy. A good jumper for a beginner. All in all, the bay was a perfect fit for Julian, unless he was too short, in which she'd need to either wait for the next auction, or search online - it was all Julian's call.

[sepia]

Taking the pad back, he quickly read her message, then turned his attention back to the bay pony. "Hmm," he murmured, thoughtfully, debating heights. Though they'd probably be fine now, and for a few months, Julian really didn't want to get to the stage of having fallen in love in with the gelding and discovering that he'd hit another growth spurt. Lanky enough already, he'd been confidently informed by all of his siblings that he would really start to grow when he was about fifteen - which, admittedly, was two years off, but, in many ways, he was really looking for a horse for the long term. At least a year, or so, and getting too big for a delightful pony wasn't quite what he was planning.

"I think," he finally said, regret clear in his tone, "That I'll pass on buying him. You're right, he would know how to deal with Alina, but... I really think I'd like to start with a slightly larger horse. I'm prone to growing all at once, and I'd hate to fall in love with him and have to sell him on in a short period of time." He sighed. "And I never thought I'd be regretting the fact that every member of my family is really tall, but I guess this is one of those times." Such was life, he supposed.

"Sorry boy," he said, moving closer to the gelding and giving a stroke to the snuffling head. "I'm sure you'll find someone who is perfect for you, though. I suppose looking online's the next step," Julian finished, sliding a sideways look at Alyss. "Either that, or we can take Alina around to the nearest stables, see if she'll tolerate any of them, then steal a horse and begin our life of crime on the run."

[Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω]

Cara lifted her hand in return to Lee's wave, wishing that she was wearing longer sleeves that hid the strapping bandage that covered her left forearm and most of her hand.

She studied the young Rocky Mountain Horse in front of her as she waited for Kristin to speak up again. She worked through her head what she could do with the pony. She knew that the breed were known as easy keepers so she wouldn't need anything technical for feed as she would happily eat hay and pony nuts as well as the grass that she would graze on while out in the pasture.

The thing that stopped her from just saying that she wanted the pony was that she didn't know what Mr Andrews' plans were for her. If he was going to uplift her again and change her school, she would be moved without her horses as she knew that the man would find a school for her where riding wasn't one of the main subjects. She would go back to being the gymnasts and ballerina that Andrews wanted her to be. She closed up her left fist and opened it again before it was a full fist as the tendon that ran up her arm protested the movement.