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Post by cerinthe on Dec 20, 2005 15:47:03 GMT -5
"Well its not that i don't like runners," Rylene continued. "its just that I am afraid that i might do something stupid and casue them to hurt me...thats all." she smiled and shrugged. "I suppose if i work around them more, i won't be so causious,yah i'm sure i'll be fine with Runners a sevenday or two." She nodded while she spoke and went to dump her wheel barrow in the manure pile.
Coming back she examined a few stalls with runners in them and then turned back to Temor. "So..which stalls have the worst behaving runners...i'd like to do thsoe last." So if she dies they can't say she wsa slacking. Rylene giggled at her thoughts,even though she was a little nervous about the few bad runners.
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Post by namelesslilly on Jan 22, 2006 19:59:27 GMT -5
((so so so so so sorry, I lost internet for a wile but now I’m back if you still want to finish this one and the other one with Tomar))
Temor followed the girl to the menuwer pile and taking the weal barrel from her weald it back up the walk he stopped halfway there however at the sound of her question. And setting the weal barrel down took a few paces backwards. There he pointed to his side of the stables, “this is Flame a bronzeriders stallion, I will be dealing with him. And that.” He pointed catty corner to the runner at another stable with a dust colored mare, “is Dusty a blue riders runner, If you want I can help you with that one.”
He could understand her wanting to be careful but for some reason he couldn’t help but think that deep down she might really be afraid of the runners, which wasn’t a real problem as they where about 4 times there size.
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Post by cerinthe on Jan 23, 2006 16:30:06 GMT -5
Rylene beamed at Temor. "Oh you would!! That's great...though lets get everything done first and then. That one...uh Dumly,no uh oh Dusty. Ya that Dusty...runner." She smiled at Temor, wondering to herself how anyone could consider him bad company...just because someone doesn't want to talk all the time doesn't mean there bad company.
...Rylene whiped her forehead with her sleeve, she had really worked up a sweat. She had managed to get down with all of her stalls, with only obtaining 2 blisters....much better than when she used to get 3 or 4. Rylene looked down smuggly at her hands that showed signs of new calluses, secretly proud of hereself for doing so well at keeping up with her chores. She was even getting faster, though her muscle pains still slowed her down after a while.
Shoveling the last shovel-full of poop into the wheel barrow. Rylene smiled and then glanced across to Temor. "Temor? I'm done with mine do you want some help? Oh...and after your stall can you help me with that runner...uh, Dusty..?" She hoped he was stilling willing to help her, though she could see how he might just want to get down with his stalls and leave.
Rylene walked across the aisleand peered into his stall, checking on him...
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Post by namelesslilly on Jan 24, 2006 19:06:08 GMT -5
Temor just nodded at her excitement and went back to work quickly cleaning all but Flames pin, agreeing with her to save that one for last. It had taken him a wile to calm the stallion down, who didn’t apriciate anyone in his stall, even his owner a bronze rider with a reputation for being quite sturly had to prove himself tuff enough to enter, though once you got the hang of it it wasn’t that hard just a little scary.
Flame would stomp and snort and run at you, but as long as you didn’t show any fear he would calm down and could be quite lovable. He was just finishing up when Rylene came by to check on him. Wiping the sweat out of his eyes and throwing the last pile of dung into the weal barrel after hers he nodded and patting Flame good by, you always wanted to be polite to that one, headed toward Dusty’s pen.
She seemed to be in a relatively good mood today and though she did not come up to investigate him she did not draw back when Temor reached out his hand to pat her. Smiling in relief he gestured Rylene in and motioned for her to pat the runner, as it was her home there where invading even if it did need a good cleaning and she couldn’t do it.
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Post by cerinthe on Feb 1, 2006 15:27:41 GMT -5
Rylene stepped in behind Temor and watched as he patted the Runner. From the gesture and the direct look he gave her, Rylene suspected that he wanted her to pat the Runner as well. " Uh..sure why not..." Rylene smiled worridly at Temor before approching the Runner slowly her hand rising slowly as she got closer. It seemed a million hours had passed before the fingertips brushed against the Runner's nose.
Rylene smiled weakly, very happy that the animal hadn't freaked out and crushed her with its hooves. After a few seconds Rylene moved closer to the Runner putting her whole palm on its nose. The Runner didn't so much a twitch. After a few pats she backed off, slowly. Though she nearly ran into Temor. "Uh hay I'm not dead...that wasn't so bad." She giggled slightly histerical with her 'encounter with possible death'. Or so she thought.
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Post by dragonmenta on Feb 2, 2006 0:00:19 GMT -5
Zylaera trotted Lorka back in to the stables, her face flushed and her hair wind blown. "Oof, the was a good ride." she smiled and waved when she saw rylene, swining both legs over to one side of the sadle and perching there imperiously, "Have you been having a good time, Rylene, shoveling maneur with our quiet friend here?" She asked nodding a little to Temor.
Zylaera hopped of qith practiced ease and brushed Lorka down, removing the tack peices one at a time. she then set the runner to some feed and water and turned to rylene. "I'm pretty used to this kinda work, you need any help?"
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Post by namelesslilly on Feb 2, 2006 12:45:44 GMT -5
Temor smiled and rolled his eyes as if to say ‘well of cores your still alive.’ Patting the runner one more time in thanks the smaller boy graved his shovel and went strait to work. He looked up momentarily when Zylaera came back in, but other then a slight node did nothing. Working at a remarkable speed and with Rylene’s help they where nearly done by the time Zylaera had brushed down and taken care of her runner.
Stopping occasionally to pat Dusty, Temor tried to stay between the runner and Rylene, who he was still convinced was afraid of runners. But more then that Temor new that if the runner could get one of them next to a wall she would pin them there. It was just a strange game she liked to play, but to the person pined it hurt… a lot.
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Post by cerinthe on Feb 10, 2006 10:10:47 GMT -5
Rylene smiled at Zylaera happy to see that she was back and not lying dead out somewhere. Rylene was practically dripping sweat, but she didn't care. There would be time for a bath soon enough. She was just happy that she and Temor were almost finished with mucking out the stalls.
"Oh I don't know Zylaera we're almost down. If you don't have anything else to do you can help, though you don't need to if you don't want to." Rylene spoke up behind Temor, not that he blocked her view of Zylaera or anything. She was more than happy to have Temor between her and Dusty, the runner. She didn't want to be to close to that runner anytime soon.
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