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Post by Kizzy Foxx on Jul 7, 2008 15:39:08 GMT -5
Cowboy boots & a jean skirt; she walked out to the stable with her hair pulled behind a pink bandana that matched her shirt; her side bag was covered in buttons, walking through the stable doors the smell of horses rushed her senses. She smiled as she walked into a stall that held a black and white spotted horse that was named; Cerily. Stroking the side of the horse as it nieghed quitly, she smiled, started to talk to the horse.
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Post by Carman Jones on Jul 7, 2008 15:58:57 GMT -5
In all the five years of her stay at Ipswich, Carman was never one to set foot in the stables without a good reason. They just didn't like her and she could never figure out why. Yet in those five years she hadn't found another route to her training area on grounds except through the stables. Even they were near impossible to manoeuvre around without running into either the school, the pasture or the woods to the side of the stable. Unless she went up, which was impossible except by broom, she was forced to go through them and face the horses.
Carman was headed to her daily training, her mind completely on how and when to block, attack and flip. She wore simple clothing; a white tank top, a pair of blue sweat pants and tennis shoes. Her want was strapped in its holster on her left forearm and her daggers were hidden in their holsters at her ankles. It was normal procedure and she had no idea that the horses suspected danger with her.
Entering the stables, she braced herself and kept her eyes on the goal: The light at the end of the tunnel. The horses started up and she cringed. Why there were horses there was beyond her. She didn't even notice the other girl in there until she bumped right into her. "Sorry," she whispered, wanting to get out of there before the horses decided to go on a rampage. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Kizzy Foxx on Jul 7, 2008 16:04:36 GMT -5
The girl just simply smiled; "Its fine. Are you here to ride Cerily?" Holding out her hand, she introduced herself, "I'm Kizzy. I'm often out her takin' care of cerily".
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Post by Carman Jones on Jul 7, 2008 16:50:43 GMT -5
Carman's eyes widened at the horse the girl was petting and talking to. It gave an exasperated neigh and stomped its front hoof just as she shook her head furiously. "Uh," she started, her voice shaky with nervousness as she took a step back from Cerily and, incidentally, towards another horse who nudged her in the back. Giving a loud yelp, Carman nearly jumped clean out of her skin, almost drawing her wand in defence before realizing it was only a horse. Well at least she hoped these horses wouldn't attack her.
Turning back to the girl as she introduced herself, Carman gave a weak smile. "No, actually. I'd much like not to be near these beasts and if it wasn't for the fact that this is the only path to my destination, I'd stay clear of here," she commented, her blue eyes darting from one restless horse to another. This was starting to get unnerving and she had half a mind to run the rest of the way through the stables and out to safety. "Uh- Carman. My name's Carman" [/blockquote] |
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Post by Kizzy Foxx on Jul 7, 2008 17:02:43 GMT -5
All she could do was giggle, "Oh Cerily isn't going to hurt ya. As long as you don't show fear your fine." She kept petting the horse as she didn't keep her eyes off of Carman, "Nice to meet you Carman". Patting the side of the horse, she turned around and grabbed a blanked that was hanging on the wall, and threw it over the horse, "They are more afraid of you than you are of them."
"Where ya headed?" She smiled, turning around and grabbing a tan saddle and threw it over the horse, and tightened it up.
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