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Post by Aden Shawnson on Oct 22, 2007 10:48:25 GMT -8
Aden was brushing down Battle, working out the sweat and dirt from their latest session in practicing mounted combat. He carefully and thoroughly worked across the large horse's back, his own tall and lanky frame allowing him to reach the large horse's shoulders and ears. With sure and gentle strokes he combed out Battle's mane and tail before placing the brush on the wall and reaching for the hoof pick.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2007 10:55:10 GMT -8
Peregrine led Vollo into the barn after a jumping competition he had competed with Leyla. Vollo had sweat running down his ebony coat and the leather of his tack was temporarily stained white from the sweat. Peregrine led Vollo over to another pair of crossties and removed his bridle and replaced it with a halter. Then he noticed the newcomer.
"Greetings." He said.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Oct 22, 2007 11:48:31 GMT -8
"Oh, hello." Aden said, looking up at the other rider and his horse. He held the pick in one hand while the other rested on Battle's shoulder.
"That's a great looking horse you got there. Thoroughbred?" He asked, placing the pick back on the wall and running a hand through his chin-length sandy blonde hair. His emerald eyes ran over the other horse as he took in the strong legs and pure black coat.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2007 11:54:04 GMT -8
"1/4 Thoroghbred to be exact." Peregrine said, "1/4 Friesien and 1/2 Holsteiner." Peregrine said, retuinly pushing Vollo off him as the 17.2 hand horse attempted to lean on his master for support. Vollo sneezed with annoyance as Peregrine denied him the right to knck him over. He then undid the girth and pulled the saddle, saddle pad, and girth off Vollo's back. "And your horse?" He asked, the tack still on his slender delicate looking arms.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Oct 22, 2007 17:07:46 GMT -8
"Gypsy Vanner." Aden said, smiling and patting Battle's shoulder affectionately. He took the hoof pick up again and lifted Battle's front right leg, methodically cleaning it of any dirt ar stones it may have picked up during the excersises.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2007 17:14:22 GMT -8
Peregrine nodded. "So what do your do with him?" ((its actually Gyspy Vanner, )
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Oct 22, 2007 17:21:00 GMT -8
"Mounted combat, a few shows here and there, but mostly combat." Aden replied as he started on Battle's left front hoof.
((Sorry, never even heard of 'em till you corrected me a few days ago...XD))
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2007 17:41:24 GMT -8
"Ah." Peregrine said, "Joursting? You should join the tournement."
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Oct 22, 2007 17:47:04 GMT -8
"Mostly sword actually, real combat. But I joust too." Aden said, just a fraction too proud in his skills.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2007 17:53:21 GMT -8
Peregrine nodded, he put a sponge filled with water over Vollo's sweaty back and the great horse cringed as the water ran down his barrel.
"So," Peregrine said, attempting to make conversation. "How long have you been riding?"
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Oct 22, 2007 18:03:15 GMT -8
"As long as I can remeber. My Da was a hostler so we had horses on and off our land all the time." Aden said with a small shrug.
"You?" He asked, looking up for a moment.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2007 19:06:58 GMT -8
"My parents breed and train horses onour farm." Peregrine said, "They saw to it that I was on the back of a horse before I could walk. My first pony's name was Flash he was a Shetland, our native pony."
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Oct 22, 2007 19:15:45 GMT -8
Aden nodded and gave a small crooked smile, which was as close to the admiration of another as he ever came and turned to work on Battle's rear hooves.
"I don' know what kind of horse the first one I rode on was, they was never my horses anyways." Aden said, slipping into the back-country accent he had had when he was younger. But he had trained himself to speak in the way city-people did so as not to seem too much of a bumpkin.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2007 19:21:34 GMT -8
"Where are you from?" Peregrine asked.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Oct 22, 2007 19:36:59 GMT -8
((Should I just make up a town? Or is there a guide of towns and villages in Erroterra(sp?)?))
"Oh, out in the country. Middle-o-nowhere kinda place." Aden answered with a dissmissive wave of his hand. His hair fell into his eyes again as he stood up straight and he impatiantly blew it out of the way.
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