Forty five minutes. Exactly. No more, no less. He looked at his watch. Aemie was behind the barn, just as he had planned with Resa. His horse was waiting, the mare was quietly munching on hay in her stall. All he had to do was put a bridle on her. He quietly wondered to himself if he should take a peek into the indoor, just in case Resa had simply made the excuse just to get rid of him.
Did she hate him? He hoped to god not, because he actually liked her. Well more or less, because he'd just met the girl. He gave a little chuckle to himself, because he was just so worried about her not showing up. It wasn't like he couldn't go riding by himself. But it would be a little bit of a drag to do it.
He had changed since he had met Resa at the lake. The shirt and jeans had turned to a light blue polo and jeans, with half chaps strapped to his lower legs. They were black, as were his paddock boots that layed beneith the chaps. He leaned up against the building, with his legs far out so that he was at an angle. He laughed at himself. He suddenly wished he had a cowboy hat and a peice of straw so he could look like some cool cowboy from the movies.
Post by S.E.C.R.E.T on May 24, 2007 17:43:17 GMT -5
And I wished for things that I don’t need And what I chased won’t set me free And I get scared but I’m not crawling on my knees And stranger than your sympathy Take these things, so I don’t feel I’m killing myself from the inside out And now my head’s been filled with doubt
Resa made sure the girl she had been teaching untacked her horse before returning to the indoor arena where Rebel ahd been waiting patiently. The woman moved the Thoroughbred/Paint cross to the mounting block and swung lightly onto her tall back. She slipped her brown paddock boots into the stirrup irons and pulled at the hem of the grey tank top she'd changed into.
Resa shifted the wight of the gun belt she'd slid through the belt loops of her black jodhpurs. Two guns rested in the holsters and a long black duster came down to cover her legs as she turned up the sleeves of it once. With a gentle touch to the reins and a light tap in the ribs, she and Rebel were headed behind the barn at a brisk trot. Resa's piercing eyes immediately caught upon Aemie's figure and she halted in front of him, looking down from her giant of a mare.
A smirk crept across Resa's lips as she glanced over him. He had a good disposition as far as she could tell, which tended to be a lot. Resa was the kind of person who could tell exactly who you were and how you'd turn out after only a few minutes with you. She was open to everything, not shutting out things as most of society did. Most people see the world in high contrast; everything is black or white. Resa, however, prefered to live in the shades of grey inbetween the extremes.
Post by Alice ;; ♥ on May 24, 2007 22:11:07 GMT -5
Anna pushed up her long waves of brown hair, humming to herself as she walked up the drive. The smell of horses hit her gently, and a warm smile spread over her pretty features. She took a plain black clip, twisted her hair up, only a few strands still curled around her elegant neck. She held three lead ropes, on which she led her three horses. Borachio, the first, a bay stallion, walked briskly, and it unbalanced her slightly, as Art and Tempo. Tempo looked around her at every step, snorting softly, her head close to the toned body of her owner.
Anna found the place deserted and sighed softly. She needed to boards the three horses, and today. Suddenly, two figured became part of her view line. It was Resa and Aimie. Perfect. She led the three horses, in a slightly quicker walk now. She smiled when she reached them, her beauty obvious, even in her riding out fit. This consisted of flat boots, jeans and a dark shirt. She waved happily, hugging Resa quickly, and holding out her hand to Aimie.
Hy. I don't believe we've met. I'm Anna.
She nodded, pushing back the remaining strands of hair, revealing her beautifully featured face, with her soft smile and her deep green eyes. She looked from Resa to Aimie and back, before speaking once more.
What are you guys doing here? And how do I get these three boarded?
A polite laugh followed, as she shifted positions from foot to foot. Art and Borachio seemed to copy her exactly, while Tempo stood, still looking in various directions, taking in her new surroundings.
Post by S.E.C.R.E.T on May 24, 2007 22:23:56 GMT -5
Daylight burns your sleepy eyes It's hard to see you dreaming You hide inside yourself I wondered what you're thinkin' And everything you're chasing It seems to leave you empty
Resa's head snapped up as she heard the sound of hooves and boots, her eyes adn attention drawn away from Aemie so she could look for whatever newcomer it may be. She felt Rebel tense slightly beneath her, and she took in another inch of rein. Rebel was usually a calm horse, but the Thoroughbred part of her made her occasionally excitable.
Resa's eyes almost immediately caught on a girl leading three horses, and it only took a second for Resa to recognize her as Anna. Rebel recognized the familiar group as well, and as she relaxed Resa let her rein back out. A smile found its way onto her expression as she bent down to return Anna's half-hug, which was slightly hard from the saddle.
Resa straightened again and listened as she spoke. Intense grey eyes searched the other's face as she introduced herself Aemie, and she couldn't help but feel her shoulder blades drop an imperceptable centimeter into a defensive posture. She quickly righted the unnoticed, gesture, though, and replied to Anna.
This is Aemie. I wanted to get Rebel out but I didn't want to ride alone, so Aemie agreed to come with me. And to get them boarded, I think Jack might be in the office. It's the one next to mine, if you remember where it is. And if you do go in there, would you make sure Flame isn't up on the couch in my office? The last thing I need is to have to tell some apholsterer that I have to have a sofa recovered because a mountain lion clawed it.
Aemie smiled at Resa warmly as she approached, mounted on her beast of a horse. Well, beast in a good way.
"Yeah. Let me just go grab Tequila." He said.
He trotted off to the mare's stall and put her bridle on. He slipped riding gloves on his hands, and a helmet on his head. That was one thing that he tried not to ride without. Of course, during dressage competitions, he had to. The whole top hat thing was still in, but whenever he was on Tequila, he prepared for the worst. The mare could be flighty sometimes, and he hated risking his mobility and his life when riding any horse. He'd rather not break his noggin. He chuckled to himself.
He led the mare out of the barn, and mounted up on the gleaming golden buckskin mare. He noticed another woman, pretty, with long brown locks approaching with, three horses. He smiled at the new woman, taking a look at her as she offered a hand. He took it, after quickly removing his riding glove and reaching down from his mare.
"Well hello there. Aemie." He said politely.
He looked towards Resa. He admired her already, even though they'd just met. His thoughts ran away with him as he gazed at her, realizing that she had curves in the right places, and her hair was probably a wonder to run a few fingers full. Resa was much of a woman, and that he liked about her.
Anna pushed back her hair, to glance, rather shamelessly into Aemie's eyes. A suddenly flirtatious look crossed her beautiful face, and she nodded as his name was offered. She then smiled at Resa, and headed to the office. Five minutes passed, and Anna finally returned. Her hair was scooped up into a twisted, messy bun. Her slim yet feminine figure on show. She had changed quickly, in the toiletts. She now wore faded gray jodhpurs and a white shirt. It was twisted up into a knot, and stopped just below her chest, revealing a toned stomach.
She headed past Aemie, to the nearby stalls. She turned to wink at him, and smiled then to Resa, as is nothing had happened. Silence stopped her for a moment, before she grabbed a bridle from a shelf and headed into Art's stall. He mainly did Dressage, but rode trails fine. She quickly tacked him up, then lead him out, and gracefully slipped onto his English Saddle, the suppled ebony leather cushioning her. She clicked her boots lightly, and Art picked up into a soft trot, which took the pair back to Aemie and Resa.
Post by S.E.C.R.E.T on May 27, 2007 19:56:57 GMT -5
Well, maybe we all could use a little grace To know when to run and when to Stay in one place
Resa watched as Anna disappeared, looking to Aemie. I think she's riding with us, if that's okay. Resa glanced to the barn, getting slightly impatient for Anna to return. And then she did.
Oh. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Resa hadn't really expected that. Her natural reaction upon seeing Anna would have been to snarl and hiss; thank goodness for restraint and her ability to hide emotion. Her face shifted into a blank expression. Had they not discussed that Resa liked Aemie when she'd called her on the way here? Oh well; Resa didn't take kindly to challenges, which is what she now saw this as. She was amused that Anna was trying so hard, though.
Resa cocked an eyebrow as Anna winked at Aemie and then smiled at her, and anger caught in her throat. She loved Anna, she did, but sometimes she was just too much. This lovely little display brought her very close to gagging.
Resa's now cold eyes caught on Anna and offered her an impecable smile. She knew no one could tell what she was thinking; it was a skill she'd perfected over the years. Keep your emotion inside and save those harsh words until you really need them. Without waiting for Anna to fully reach them, Resa lightly touched the reins and Rebel spun in the direction of the trail, and with a gentle tap she started forward at a brisk canter while Resa called to the others over her shoulder in a playful tone. It's a shame all you two are going to see is my dust!
Post by Alice ;; ♥ on May 28, 2007 13:50:10 GMT -5
Anna laughed as Resa spoke, throwing back her head as she tapped Art into a canter. She began to pick up in pace very quickly, keeping a steady grip on the reins. She sensed Resa was jealous, or perhaps annoyed. But Anna thrived on competition, and she didn't let this phase her. Anna looked back at Aemie, leaning easily in Art's saddle, even though she was riding at a high pace.
What, are we going to let her beat us?
She laughed, turning back into the saddle, kicking Art into a fast gallop. She neared Resa's pace, easing Art on, but not pushign him past his limit. As a larger draft horse, he wasn't as agile or quick as many other horses. But Anna adored him. She smiled as he sped along, admiring the beautiful American scenery. The trees became taller, and the grass became greener. The path below them changed from tarmac to dirt track, and Anna smiled, letting down her hair, speeding onwards, leaning forward into her saddle.
Silence echoed around for a moment, before Anna let out a happy laugh, commenting on the scenery. Small words, random comments on the beauty around them. She loved this moment. But tension grew between her and Resa, and she could feel it. Aemie was someone she was really interested in. And, at the same time as loving Resa as a best friend, she hated her for getting in the way. Anna turned back to Aemie, wondering where he was.