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Post by khalida on Sept 4, 2007 20:10:29 GMT -8
Brolga nickered quietly once she had finished singing.
"You remember it dont you boy", she whispered quietly before her senses tingled. She smiled slightly. "Hello William".
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Post by sirlugh on Sept 4, 2007 20:12:14 GMT -8
'Hello, milady," he said, "You have a beautiful voice," he walked nearer to her, leading Maiona, starting to brush her now that her sweat had dried during the walk back.
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Post by khalida on Sept 4, 2007 20:21:36 GMT -8
"Thankyou", Alana said glancing over her shoulder. "My mother taught me to sing... she says that it lightens the mood and softens ones heart".
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Post by sirlugh on Sept 4, 2007 20:23:14 GMT -8
William smiled. "Softening hearts it defiantely does." he said, Finishing untacking Maiona, then letting her run free.
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Post by khalida on Sept 4, 2007 20:29:42 GMT -8
Alana fell silent as she stroked Brolga on his neck. She had her back to William.
Why dont you like my horse?
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Post by sirlugh on Sept 4, 2007 20:35:18 GMT -8
'Milady, I love your horse, aas much as any man can love an animal. What I hate is the way in which it has been broken for sport and show. That I do not agree with.' he said, responding in kind, but reaching out and turning Alana to face him. "I do not like the training and domesticating of horses. I will rarely ride them, for they begin to lose their natural instincts when encumbered by a saddle, tack, a bit. It all forces control into the hands of the rider, like you know the best way for a horse to walk or run, though he's been doing it all his life."
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Post by khalida on Sept 4, 2007 20:42:24 GMT -8
"So you disagree with the way I train my horses?" Alana asked looking William in the eye. "I broke Brolga in myself.... a foul hand nor a whip has every been laid on him..."
She turned away from him.
"I would never put my horses to harm", she snapped. "He was once wild... before I had him".
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Post by sirlugh on Sept 4, 2007 20:50:28 GMT -8
"Once wild" William said, "I do not condemn you for it. You have your customs, traditions, paradigm, As do I. they differ, but we can respect each other because of these differences. I only dislike it because as you say, you break them to it. it is not natural to them, and That is not something I would do to a horse. I love riding a wild stallion bareback across the plain, him and I merged as one being, flying through the grass, a primal urge to just run in our blood. That is something I have never been able to do with a tamed horse."
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Post by khalida on Sept 4, 2007 20:58:19 GMT -8
"Ride Brolga", Alana said simply. "Then you will see that he hasn't been broken... merely encouraged to be a partner in something. I do not break them persay.... I use a method called joining up. If they trust me they will let me do things with them... if not... well thats it".
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Post by sirlugh on Sept 4, 2007 21:02:19 GMT -8
William took the horses reins, then removed the bridle, then the saddle, until the horse was free of all tack. "I will ride him, but only without tack. I cant stand saddles and reins."
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Post by khalida on Sept 4, 2007 21:13:11 GMT -8
"What ever", Alana said before changing forms. She turned into a piebald quarter horse mare. She shook out her mane and looked at William.
But I'm not leaving you alone with my horse...
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Post by sirlugh on Sept 4, 2007 21:17:42 GMT -8
William smiled, 'Milady, If you cant trust me with a horse, then you can never trust anyone ever again. I would Die a million deaths by mord sith torture before I let this horse get hurt.' then he whispered to the horse, which looked back at him with one eye, before sprionging into a gallop straight for the plain. William and Broga sprinted across the plain, one in spirit, Flying through the grass like it wasnt there, leaving but a few stalks trampled. They rode and rode and rode, with no intention of stopping soon. If the horse tired a bit, William fed it magical energy, giving it renewed strength, as if it had a full night of rest.
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Post by khalida on Sept 4, 2007 21:24:47 GMT -8
Alana was hot on their heels, galloping at full speed with her neck stretched out. She hadn't galloped like this in a while so it was a little bit of a struggle to keep up with the horse. But eventually her muscles were working perfectly and she began to pull up beside them.
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Post by sirlugh on Sept 4, 2007 21:27:01 GMT -8
And then William and Brogan released their energy and sped off, flying past Alana like she was standing still. William laughed his pleasure at the freedom, reciprocated by the horse in a whinny of pleasure.
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Post by khalida on Sept 4, 2007 21:32:04 GMT -8
Alana slowed to a canter then a trot. She came to a halt and put her head down as if to graze... but she wasn't she was just having trouble breathing. Just like her second cousin, Ranya Alexandrine, she suffered from asthma. But her's was only a mild case...
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