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Post by [ Andrea ] on Apr 21, 2009 17:23:10 GMT -6
ANDREA WINDSONG with RISKY SIGNATURE;;
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me On a mission to be What I'm destined to be [/i] The rope was shredding at the bottom, the once cream color and purple rope now turning brown and rust color. The rope was once thick, not turning thin. The lead rope she used for a long time was a faded purple. In black wrote Risky Signature. The lead rope and halter were both made from rope, nice and thick, but old and faded. Her hands were soft, holding the lead rope with ease. A soft smile on the face of the rider, her eyes covered by a dark shadow. The mare snickered, walking out of the barn. Her tail was raised slightly, going out a bit. Her audits kept pricked, eyes alert. She was curious as to where the two were going to go. Andrea, the girl, the owner of this magnificent horse, lead the mare outside. Once out, she stopped the mare from walking. Tossing the lead rope over the neck of the mare, Andrea walked to the other side. There, she grabbed the lead rope and tied it through the hole of the halter, where the clip hooked on. She tied it, tightly so it wouldn't loosen during the ride. The mare that was cleaned up stood still, just as Andrea asked. She smiled rubbing the mare's forehead as she walked back around her. Grabbing a hold of the lead rope and a section of the mare's mane, she pulled herself up onto the mare's back. She settled down, bareback riding was fun for Andrea. She clicked her heels, asking her to move forward. And as commanded, she did. Word Count: 260 Muse Level: Medium-Low Notes: Finished. Sorry for the terrible post. More better posts should come soon. Again, sorry![/blockquote][/size]
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Post by →lilu on Apr 21, 2009 18:44:19 GMT -6
Seany Williams & California Dreaming This probably wasn’t the best idea. Seany had come about it with the best intentions, but now that his plan was fully realized, he was having second thoughts. He had considered riding today, and had finally decided that it was the perfect idea, and exactly what he was going to do. The problem was, he didn’t really know how to yet. Sure, he’d ridden before, but never had he had to go through the motions of getting everything in order, and never ever had he ridden alone. But here he was, jolting around in the horribly misplaced saddle, clinging on to the reins for dear life, remaining at the slowest possible walk. So he’d first arrived at the barn with high hopes – a carrot in his left hand, and his optimism in the other. After all, how bad could it be? He’d been on a horse, his horse, in the past, and he hadn’t died or anything. As for tacking up, pshh, he could handle it. He’d probably taken harder biology tests. And so that was how Seany entered, with a light heart. It didn’t really go all too well from then on in. He had no problems what so ever coaxing C out of her stall, which could only add to his optimism. He fed her the carrot, and petted her with the kindest of hands, finally mustering up enough courage to fasten her deep purple halter around her head. Not that you needed any courage at all do complete this simple task however; C would willing follow you to the end of the earth and back with no more than a voice command. As Seany led her out of her stall, he took the upmost care in fastening her to any securing mechanisms possible. Again, you didn’t need anything for C: she was as well-trained as a seeing eye dog, and about as obedient. Here’s where Seany ran into some problems. He’d never actually done this before, but he knew how to… sorta. First came the… pad, right? Yeah, the pad. He was sure of it. It was the bigger one that went on first. He draped it unevenly – and way too far back -- but spent the next five minutes trying to correct it. Ok, that looked about right. He then moved on to the smaller foam pad for added support. He positioned this one, also too far back, but based on what looked right to him. Alright, next… the saddle, of course! Or did the bridle go on after the pads? He did eeny-meenie-miney moe, and came up with saddle, so, with a little grunt of exertion, hoisted the heavy leather seat onto C’s back. That wasn’t too bad. Now came the bridle. Feeling quite pleased with himself, he pulled her bridle from the rack, and maneuvered his way under the various ties to her head. Now, how to put this thing on. Figuring by now that C was going to be nothing more than obliging, he unclipped her halter and let it slip to the floor. She hardly twitched. Good, great. This was going awesome, nothing to worry about! It would be like a walk in the park. It wasn’t. Once he had finally managed to fasten her bridle, and get it to the point where it was half-way right looking, (reins a little twisted, but that’s ok) he led her out to where he could get enough head room to mount. That’s where it started going really downhill. He managed to make his way into the saddle without really touching the stirrups, but as soon as he urged her to move forward, he felt himself slide down her side. It was in that moment, when he knew he couldn’t do anything that he realized what he had forgotten: the girth. A sailor would be blushing if they could have heard what went through Seany’s head as he slid off, feeling like it took a million years for him to actually hit the ground. C did not run away, however, even after the saddle dropped on top of Seany’s face. No, she stood stoic and internally compassionate, like a parent watching over a fallen child. She probably would have administered Neosporin if she had any thumbs. So, not being a quitter, Seany tried again. He led her back into the barn, went through the motions, and this time didn’t forget the girth. Once again, however, he misplaced the saddle, making any tightening of anything nearly impossible. Somehow, he finally managed to succeed in tacking, at least to the point in which he wouldn’t fall off. And so, after much delay, Seany was able to make his way out to the trail, clinging on to C for dear life. Next time, he’d find someone to help him.
Oh, like her. There was a girl who seemed to be going his way, a little ways ahead of him. Maybe he could make a new friend. Spurring C on, but then deciding heavily against it, lest he fall off again and embarrass himself further, he quick-walked over to her side, where he tried his best to look cool and casual. “Hey,” he said, in what he assumed to be a sly voice. “Are you going out to the trail, because I was, so maybe if you were, then we could ride together?” Maybe she’d think he was some kind of mysterious foreign guy who rode in world-renowned competitions. But then again, he thought, looking down at their tack choices: her obviously more experienced bareback, and his obviously misplaced saddle and twisted reins, maybe not.
ooc // sorry for all the pointless filler, i had a little muse
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Post by [ Andrea ] on Apr 24, 2009 18:45:35 GMT -6
ANDREA WINDSONG with RISKY SIGNATURE;;
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me On a mission to be What I'm destined to be [/i] White hands touched the chestnut body of the mare she was on top of. Andrea grinned, running her hand over the mare's neck, praising her for her good work. She seemed calm today, and Andrea loved that about Rhea. Rhea's ears flickered back and forth, continuing to walk forward and ready for any sudden commands. Andrea's eyes went from the mare to her surroundings. The trees made shade for the two. The breeze came through the trail, a smile on Andrea's face as the wind went through her hair. Her thoughts trailed off before hearing a voice. She knew Rhea couldn't talk, and if she could, it wouldn't sound like a man. She laughed, soon glancing over to find a guy. He spoke quickly, but tried to keep his cool. The tone of his voice made her think otherwise from 'cool'. She thought against it, judging a person before you actually meet then was a bad thing to do. A bad habit and a habit that is hard to break. She simply grinning, slowing Rhea's pace a bit. The mare flickered her ears, snorting loudly and swishing her tail from side to side. "Oh, hey" she watched him and the mare he rode. They kept things easy, or so it seemed as of now. Maybe he was hiding the fact that he was a good rider. Or he was just terrible. Who knew. "Yes, I was actually just going to ride around a bit on the trails, enjoying the day" she nodded with a grin painted on her face, "Sure! I'd love for you to join me" she smiled at him. She kept Rhea's pace the same as the boy's. "I'm Andrea Windsong" she introduced herself, "Nice to meet you ..." she left her sentence hanging, hoping he'd quickly add his name in her unfinished sentence. Word Count: 305 Muse Level: Medium-Low Notes: --[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by →lilu on Apr 24, 2009 22:07:29 GMT -6
“Seany, Seany Williams.”
When he capped off her sentence, he had been going for 007-esque. If you can’t learn something from Mr. Bond, then you can’t learn anything. He smiled, and even though he was focused on keeping his seat, (what a joke, C was wal-king) he tilted his head to the side so that he could look at her when he spoke. Rule number one: always keep eye contact – that shows whoever you’re talking to that you’re not about to back down. Back down, he wouldn’t, fall off, he might. Every time he shifted, even fractionally, he felt himself wobble in the saddle. It’s not like C was doing anything to contribute; if she could have rolled her eyes, she most certainly would have. Face it, Seany. If you haven’t been exposed as a complete floozy yet, the time is coming. He didn’t doubt that. When putting the two in comparison, she looked like a beautiful statue as opposed to his spaghetti-body. But nothing he could do about it now – it was too late; his pawn was on the board. He was in the game.
“So you look like a real pro, how long have you been riding?” Smooth – way to bring up the elephant in the room so soon in the conversation. Rule number two: don’t do that! Oh well. That was Seany’s forte, pointing out the obviously uncomfortable subject (in this case, the fact that he couldn’t ride to save his life, and she was much more experienced than him) and making it into something slightly more bearable. Giving everyone novocain, so to speak. An ice breaker, that’s what he was. An awkward ice breaker. “As you can see, I’m eh, just learning really…” Well that sure came off masculine and attractive; expose what you’re figuratively supposed to be hiding, nice plan. “Maybe you can teach me some of your tricks sometime,” he said, looking in the direction of her saddle- oh wait, she didn’t. have. one. “Like erhh, how to ride bareback.” Or, you know, how to ride at all.
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Post by [ Andrea ] on Apr 25, 2009 12:07:29 GMT -6
ANDREA WINDSONG with RISKY SIGNATURE;;
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me On a mission to be What I'm destined to be [/i] Focusing on her mare for only a second, Andrea turned her head to look at the boy who called himself Seany. She smiled, replying to his name with a slight nod and a soft face. Her eyes glanced to his saddle, where he seemed to struggle to stay on. She didn't say anything though, first time riding was always a drag. Then again, who said this was his first time? She smiled, amusing herself. "Seany it is" she nodded, repeating his name as he looked at him, so she would actually remember his name. So you look like a real pro, how long have you been riding? his next question made her smile. She did look like a pro, huh? But props go to Rhea and her calm days. She grinned, happily, her second compliment today. "Well, I've been riding since I was ten. So probably about nine years" she said, thinking back to the days when she had her first pony, Rainy. That mare was one of the best, fastest, and funniest she's ever had. Rhea on the other hand, was probably the most calm and the mare that respected everyone. She patted her mare's neck, proud of her good mood and the fact that she was actually listening to her. When he admitted himself that he was still learning, she looked down at the mare. He could've gone by saying he was a pro at riding, but all props would be going to the mare. Andrea looked ahead of them, hoping to not run into a branch or a log on the way. Once she saw nothing was there, she glanced back over to Seany. "I would love to help you ride" she smiled, happy that someone actually wanted her help with something. A lot of times, people asked to look at her papers to get an A in the class, but this time, the class was different. It was calculus, it wasn't literature, it was riding .. one of her most favorite things to do in the world. She wondered if she could help him tighten the saddle a bit: that could be one of the problems as to why he was struggling to stay on. On top of that, his legs weren't stretched down, but slightly scrunched up. She held the question back, hoping that maybe he would ask first. And if he didn't, then, she'd just let it go. Word Count: 403 Muse Level: Medium-Low Notes: --[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by →lilu on Apr 25, 2009 13:23:41 GMT -6
At every jolt, slight change of pace, or falter, Seany’s smile turned into a grimace as he clung on to dear life. She had agreed to help him ride? Yeah? How about like, now? He could see his knuckles turning white from grasping the reins so hard. He tried to release his hold, but his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, and they were shaking their heads. He was glad he had revealed he had no clue what he was doing, because if he had gone along with the ‘mysterious pro’ façade, he was sure that he would have been exposed by now. “So,” he said lightly, trying to cover up his fear with nonchalance, “If you were to, oh, I don’t know, instruct someone who’s currently doing what I’m doing, what advice would you give them?” Everything is always better when you add humor, or at least it is for Seany. He reached up carefully to scratch C beneath her mane. It wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t manage to find his seat, she was doing a perfectly admirable job. He was surprised that she was so patient with him, after all, he was an awful spaz. But she was a good horse, and he couldn’t thank her enough for all she did for him. Often times, he noticed, that instead of keeping on her track, she’d change her course momentarily to avoid a hole or a puddle or some other disturbance to keep him as firmly rooted on her back as possible. She was always quick to slow her pace if she felt him bouncing too much, and Seany was pretty sure that if he ever got good enough, he could hop on her back without as much as a bridle, and she’d take him where he wanted to go. But first he’d have to get good enough.
Cali slowly ambled along next to the girl’s mount. She tried to match her pace as best she could to keep Seany seated, although her neighbor seemed to be doing a pretty good job of staying coordinated. It didn’t take much anyways, they were only walking. She could have kept a baby on, Seany was just making it harder for himself by clinging like that. He sure didn’t realize this – he was gripping C’s side like he was on a runaway bronco. Hardly. She was practically standing still, for how fast she was going. But then again, you couldn’t put it past Seany to fall off a horse that wasn’t moving, so it was a feat that he had made it this long. It was the fear of embarrassment that was urging him on – the last thing he wanted to do was make a fool out of himself in front of Andrea. Too late.
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Post by [ Andrea ] on Apr 26, 2009 20:11:46 GMT -6
ANDREA WINDSONG with RISKY SIGNATURE;;
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me On a mission to be What I'm destined to be [/i] It took her no time to figure out what she would say to his question. She was already thinking about it. Besides, him asking her that question in that way, made it more humorous since he was asking in third person, which he didn't need to. He could've kept it simple by saying: Do you think you could help me now? Or am I doing good? - something along that line, instead of: If you were to, oh, I don’t know, instruct someone who’s currently doing what I’m doing, what advice would you give them? Well, it didn't matter, because he asked it anyway. She just thought it was a bit funny. She grinned, slowing Rhea down to a stop. She let go of the lead rope, soon twisting her body around so her legs were hanging off of Rhea's left side, facing Seany. She put her hands on her lap, cupped together, and watched him a bit. "Riding is easy", she began to say, "You have to keep it simple. It's nothing complicated, really. You just have to relax a bit more" her words came out smoothly as if she had practiced what to say already. "Sit deep in your saddle, straighten your legs and make sure the tip of your toe is facing up and your heel is pushed toward the bottom; but keep it all relaxed at the same time", yes, her words sounded complicated, but if you did it, it was very simple and pretty basic. "Put your shoulders back like this", she demonstrated as she twirled herself back on Rhea's back correctly. "And keep your chest out, but not like this" she demonstrated again. She looked like a letter Z, having her legs far behind her and bent straight down and her chest far out. She soon relaxed again, "Keep it relaxed, but those are some of the things you have to do. Just relax and clear your mind. Focus on whats ahead of you and where your horse is going" she shrugged her shoulders. She looked at his mare, the way he sat, and then she came across the saddle. The saddle was tilted a bit, probably another reason why he couldn't stay on well. She tilted her head a bit, "Is your saddle tightened down enough?"Word Count: 382 Muse Level: Medium Notes: --[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by →lilu on Apr 28, 2009 21:21:51 GMT -6
Seany absorbed her every word like a sponge. He tried desperately not to get overwhelmed by the information, for it seemed like a helluva lot for his non-horse-tuned brain. Still, he tried his best to not look stupid as he took everything she said into account. Alright, first thing, relax. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Much easier, actually. He took a deep breath, and tried to loosen up his fingers. Now that C had stopped – thanks to her companion’s halt – he felt a little more settled. But then again, seeing her, so casually, pretty much perfectly, composed, sitting astride her mount with the nonchalance of a world-class rider. He couldn’t help but envy her. Gosh, she made it look so easy. Maybe it was? Reluctantly, he was able to pry his fingers away from the reins, only because her ease had inspired him. He exhaled. Gee, had he been holding his breath this long? Ok, so. He let his grip slide minutely, bit by bit, until finally he was barely holding on. That wasn’t so bad. "Sit deep in your saddle, straighten your legs and make sure the tip of your toe is facing up and your heel is pushed toward the bottom; but keep it all relaxed at the same time" Wow. That part took a little while to digest. Riiiight. So, he was already sitting pretty deep, or at least, he felt like he was. Still, he melted into the saddle even more than he already was. Ok, easy enough. Straightening his legs, however, might pose somewhat of a challenge. Without losing his balance, he managed to look down to where his legs were pretty much cemented to C’s sides. Yeaaaaaah. How was he supposed to release his death grip? Already he felt like he was sacrificing something by letting go of the reins, and now this? Uhh. Ok, try Seany, try. He felt his legs soften, and straighten a little. He realized that in the few minutes of sitting in the saddle, he’d developed a pretty bad cramp in his left knee, which he reasoned, could only be cured if he uncurled his legs as she had told him to. So he did. Well, it didn’t exactly vanish, but it felt a lot better to stretch his legs. Seany felt newly restored in his hope. Alright! Bring. It. On. What was next? He recalled her words. …”make sure the tip of your toe is facing up and your heel is pushed toward the bottom…” That’s cool, he could do that; especially now that he was becoming more comfortable around C, if only even marginally. Toes up, heels down, and relaaaaax. He was trying, he really was! Hopefully she could tell – he didn’t want to go through all this hard work for nothing. Her next words were pretty simple, or, they seemed so. He was good at puffing his chest out, and he had worked out with the rowing machines before, so he knew how to roll his shoulders back. Everything else seemed to be second to relaxation though, that really seemed to be the main point. So finally, when everything was shaping up for him, and he thought he might be able to enjoy a pleasant ride with her, without looking stupid, she asked about his saddle. He knew at once the answer: no. Remembering his neglect to put on the girth in the first place, he knew that when he did put it on, his tightening could have used a little more gusto. He could have cried from frustration. He had just learned all this relaxation, and toe pointing and whatnot, how could he ever re-learn it?! His heart sank, and it was probably clearly visible in his face. But being Seany, he tried to cleverly cover it up. “My saddle? Oh you know, I enjoy a challenge, so I keep it really loose, but I can stay o—“ unfortunately, as he spoke, he slid sideways, pretty much almost off, all the while thinking to himself, how did I manage to stay on this long?! Well, there goes his comedic approach. “Yeah, yeah, well actually, no it’s not tightened enough; I could really use some help.” Sheepish and ashamed, Seany tried to come up with something to say to regain his coolness in her eyes. After all, a guy her own age who had proved he couldn’t ride for his life wasn’t what you would call impressive. What he came up with? “You know, you are my hero.” Well, it wasn't Shakespeare, but it was a start!
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Post by [ Andrea ] on Apr 29, 2009 17:31:25 GMT -6
ANDREA WINDSONG with RISKY SIGNATURE;;
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me On a mission to be What I'm destined to be [/i] She analyzed him carefully as he followed what she had to say. She smiled, glad to know that he was pretty quick at learning, not only that, but it showed how hard he really tried. When all was finished, before her question, he looked great. "Now you look like a pro" she winked at him. Though noticing how loose the saddle was, he admitted in shame it wasn't. She shrugged, soon sliding off her mare, "Stay Rhea" she said sternly. Though Rhea had no plans or intentions of going anywhere. Andrea soon walked around to Seany, where she grabbed a hold of him and slid him back up onto her back. "I'll tighten the girth for you. Unless you'd like to hop off and learn?" she would give him the opportunity, if he really wanted it. She grinned, a bit shy when he said she was his hero, "Thanks" was her quick reply. Word Count: 153 Muse Level: Low Notes: - Suck EEE Post D:< -[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by →lilu on Apr 30, 2009 14:48:20 GMT -6
Seany giggled and blushed at her ‘pro’ comment. Trust me, honey, I’m no pro, he thought, but the consideration was nice. “Well, I think we know who’d win in any kind of horse-related thing, but what can I say?” He laughed, hoping that she caught on to his complete sarcasm when dealing with him being a good rider. Ha, that’s funny. His laughter made him wobble, however, and so he had to stop in order to retain his balance. Yeah, he really needed to fix his saddle. And so when the opportunity arose for him to hop off and learn, he greeted it with open arms… or, er, legs. “Yeah, sure, I’ll be right down,” he joked (like always) unhooking his foot from the stirrup and swinging his leg over. Dismounting was the one thing he didn’t need help with. He had done it so many times to impress his ex, his friends, his family, that he had actually made up cool tricks to do on the way down. He’d keep it pretty casual for now, as to not do something really stupid and end up hurting himself. Or worse, embarrassing himself in front of Andrea. He jumped off and walked about to her side, ducking under C’s neck and keeping his hand on her shoulder as he waited for his lesson. “So figure A,” he said, pointing at his current girth, “is no good. This, kiddies, is what you don’t do.” He looked at her with bright eyes and a smile on his face. “Teacher, take it away?” He bumped her gently with his hip, as if passing the ‘stage’ on to her. Then, in a stroke of pure stupidity, (which came very regular to Seany) he walked backwards a step or two, and sat down in the dirt – like a little kid, criss-cross apple sauce – to watch her. He mock-clapped, grinning from ear to ear. He had muddied his pants, and the back of his shirt, but he really didn’t care – he loved goofing off, especially when he could do it with a cute girl. I just hope my saddle doesn’t mind a dirty butt!
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Post by [ Andrea ] on May 1, 2009 17:20:39 GMT -6
ANDREA WINDSONG with RISKY SIGNATURE;;
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me On a mission to be What I'm destined to be [/i] Andrea laughed, catching on to his sarcasm. She shrugged, not bothering to answer the pretty much, rhetorical question. Catching on to his next little joke, she smiled. She bowed, "Sure thing" she laughed, "First off, we should get this stirrups out of the way" she nodded, grabbing the stirrup and flipping it up. She then hooked it to the saddle horn. "Next, you grab the girl and pull it across to you", she was obviously standing on the other side, the side where you tightened everything. She hooked it up gently, turning the mare around so that 'they' could see. "You pull it through here like this", she demonstrated a couple of times before getting to the part where you pulled it snug, "Then just pull up because it's already wrapped around enough, pull it until it is tight and then tuck it in here" she showed the slit made on the saddle. She then placed her hand between the mare and girth, nodding. "Then pull the stirrup back down and tada!" she raised her hands in the air, happily. "Now hop back on that horse, Seany. You'll need her" she smiled, soon walking over to Rhea. She, again, grabbed a hold of Rhea's mane, soon pulling herself up onto her back. She glanced over at Seany. She was actually falling for this guy. Well, did it matter? Maybe. Word Count: 229 Muse Level: Medium Notes: --[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by →lilu on May 3, 2009 8:01:57 GMT -6
Seany sat with his legs crossed, watching her every move intently. He actually found that he was watching her more than what she was doing. Her hands looked so pretty, pulling everything, looping everything… let’s just say that next time he ran into her, he was going to need some help with this again. When she finished with her presentation, Seany rose to his feet to give her a standing ovation. “Bravo!” he clapped, throwing her a beaming smile. Now he’d actually be able to ride! He was so giddy with excitement, that he felt he could front-flip onto C’s back. Of course he wouldn’t, the last thing he needed was a broken neck on a day like today. He watched her walk over to her horse. Go, Seany! His mind commanded him. Give her a leg, or something. “Hey, do you need a leg up….” His voice trailed off. He watched her mount using nothing but her and her horses’ body; so elegantly too! He must look so silly to her, walking around, about to fall off of a horse with an extremely loose girth. She must be thinking, ‘If I have to help him one more time...’ So he made it his mission that she wouldn’t. He walked over to C’s other side – because the last thing he needed was to mount backwards, what a laugh that would be – and brushed his butt off before putting his foot in the stirrup. He yanked himself up, following her example and using some of C’s mane. It worked rather well, and he was up in the saddle before he knew it. He felt incredibly stable, and smiled at her from ear to ear. “Much thanks, mademoiselle, you have just made my life a whole lot easier!” He attempted a bow of thanks, but it didn’t work out that well, so he stopped in the middle. “Shall we, finally, ride?” He gently nudged C, who began at a mild walk. He watched what Andrea would do. He found himself rather fascinated with her, and her ease with this whole thing. She made it look so easy, and he both envied and admired her for that. And where he probably looked disheveled, she still managed to stay so pretty. “So,” he asked, a hint of flirtatiousness in his voice, “what’ll I have to do to repay you?” He shot her a sideways smile, and silently hoped that she said something along the lines of dinner and a movie, because that’s where his mind was.
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Post by [ Andrea ] on May 3, 2009 8:46:09 GMT -6
ANDREA WINDSONG with RISKY SIGNATURE;;
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me On a mission to be What I'm destined to be [/i] Rhea flickered her audits, snorting softly before feeling the cue that Andrea gave for a walk. Easily and smoothly did she do her job well. Andrea smiled, giving her a light tap on Rhea's sides, getting her to walk a bit quicker to keep up with Seany and C. Andrea smiled, listening to him. She heard the flirtatious tone in his voice, soon thinking it was time for her to repay him with a flirtatious way as well. What’ll I have to do to repay you? Andrea thought silently, looking blankly at the trail that lay ahead of her. Well, to her own thoughts, there were many ways to repay her. She was one dirty girl with one sick mind. Though, she cleared her head and glanced over at Seany. She watched him sit on top of C looking more handsome since he seemed more comfortable with the mare. Andrea soon began to think: Dinner would be nice. Or a movie. Or a night alone" she laughed at her thoughts before shrugging. "I don't know. You tell me" she smiled, hoping he knew what he could do. Word Count: 187 Muse Level: Medium Notes: --[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by →lilu on May 3, 2009 19:48:04 GMT -6
“Well if I were you…” Seany moved C closer to Andrea’s horse – so close that he could reach out and touch her. It was strange how even though he’d pretty much just met her, he already liked her so much. He thought it over in his head. If I were you… His mind raced to all sorts of things that only a teenage boy could have dreamed up, and he was glad his mind didn’t have supreme control of his mouth. If I were you… He didn’t know. He didn’t know what girls were into. He’d gone out with plenty, sure; gone on lots of dates, but he had never been a girl, and therefore didn’t know how their minds worked. They were like a whole different species.
“If I were you, I’d probably want a guy to cook me a really good, roma—err, meal, or take me somewhere nice. And then I’d want to watch a movie, or uhh…” he was running out of ideas. All he could think of was dinner and a movie, dinner and a movie. He wasn’t very good at the whole, dating thing. “I’ll sit through a chick-flick if you want.” He tried to sound as distressed as he could, but he secretly enjoyed chick-flicks. He’d tell her that later, if that’s what she wanted to do. But what else? He knew that there was something they could do besides eating and watching. Then he had an idea.
“You know, I could teach you how to dance.” As embarrassing as it was, it was completely true. He had taken ballroom dancing at the request of his mother, and had learned how to waltz. He was no pro, but he could manage without stepping on any toes. “You taught me how to ride, I could teach you something in return.” It took all he had not to wink seductively at her. He was naturally wired that way. After all, he was a boy.
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[ Andrea ]
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Post by [ Andrea ] on May 4, 2009 15:27:16 GMT -6
ANDREA WINDSONG with RISKY SIGNATURE;;
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me On a mission to be What I'm destined to be [/i] Both Andrea and Rhea noticed C and Seany moving closer toward them. Andrea smiled, she couldn't help it. She bit her lip, almost in one of those sexy ways that you see with Victoria Secret models or something like that. She kept one hand on the 'reins' and the other hand pushed a strand of hair behind her ears. Listening to his thoughts, she could catch up on every word he said, even the part where he wanted to say something like 'romantic'. She could swear she could hear him breathing, or how his heart raced. It was cute. Andrea was no professional at dancing, so that wouldn't have been a bad idea. Though, with a boy, anything could happen. "You know how to dance, huh?" she repeated, "I am terrible at dancing," she spoke slowly, though it was a lie. She wasn't good at it, but she knew how to and she didn't fall every time she tried to make a move. "I think that would be a lovely idea. And maybe after that, we can watch a movie together?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders. "Then again, I totally understand if you don't want to see me for that long" she laughed lightly. Rhea snorted, bobbing her head as she felt the vibe between the two. "So when should we meet up, and where?" she asked, a bit excited. Word Count: 229 Muse Level: Medium Notes: - I love how you RP Seany! xDD -[/blockquote][/size]
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