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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 22, 2010 22:41:32 GMT -6
Nyssa continued to stare at the horses moving a bit closer.
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 22, 2010 22:42:34 GMT -6
Jake let Nyssa move closer by herself, not wanting to chance his clumsiness kicking in at the wrong moment.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 22, 2010 22:46:17 GMT -6
Nyssa very slowly and quietly approached the closest horse with her hand extended. The horse pawed the ground but the rest of its body language was passive so Nyssa continued to move forward finally reaching the horse and stroking its forehead.
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 22, 2010 22:49:03 GMT -6
Jake stayed back still cautious about scaring the horses, especially with Nyssa so close. He moved a little further in and sat on a rock very carefully watching Nyssa and the winged grey horses.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 22, 2010 22:52:23 GMT -6
Nyssa continued to pet the horse leaning her head on the horse's head. She whispered in its ear and it seemed to nod in response. Turning to Jake she gave him a wink before moving further down the horse.
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 22, 2010 22:54:38 GMT -6
Jake slowly took out his sketchpad. He tilted his head giving Nyssa a curious look trying to figure out what she was going as he smiled to her.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 22, 2010 23:02:38 GMT -6
Nyssa put her hands on the horse's shoulder. There was a stump near the horse that she put her left foot on. She hoisted herself up and threw her right leg over the back of the horse and centered herself on its back. She leaned forward and patted its neck. She smiled, she missed the feeling of being on a horse.
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 22, 2010 23:07:17 GMT -6
Jake watched her carefully while he sketched as fast as his hands would let him from all different angles. Looking back and forth between the two horses and then back to Nyssa. It was so nice to see her this happy, and he was glad she was here to see this with him. It got lonely when he did this sort of thing alone. Jake blew a piece of hair out of his eyes as he drew.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 22, 2010 23:10:36 GMT -6
Nyssa felt comfortable enough with the horse to ride it a bit around the clearing. It had been a while since she had ridden bareback. She got the horse to walk right near Jake so she could crane her neck to see what he was drawing. "What are you sketching?"
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 22, 2010 23:14:50 GMT -6
Truthfully, Jake was doing something he'd never tried before and was attempting to draw Nyssa as she rode around. He flipped a couple of pages back to the Granians. "The horses," he answered, slowly reaching out to the horse she was on, digging in his robed for the apple he took earlier.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 22, 2010 23:18:43 GMT -6
Nyssa patted the neck of the horse while it reached out to take the apple. "How's it going?" she asked.
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 22, 2010 23:22:07 GMT -6
"Great! Drawing the horses... great" Jake lied, knowing he'd turned red again and cursed himself silently. He grinned brightly as the horse took the apple and allowed him to pet it.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 22, 2010 23:27:09 GMT -6
"Good," Nyssa said noticing him turn red again. "I wonder what it would be like to fly on one of these." She rubbed her hand up and down the back of the horse's neck.
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Post by Jake Crawley on May 22, 2010 23:29:45 GMT -6
"Why not ask you friend here and give it a try," Jake said, rubbing the horse's head. The other seemed to have gotten jealous and pushed Jake lightly from behind. "Hello! I'll try and find something for you." He went digging through his robes again.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on May 22, 2010 23:33:24 GMT -6
"Alright then," Nyssa said wrapping her hands in the mane. She got it to turn around then digging her heels into its side and clicking her tongue she egged it forward. After the horse had made it to a canter its wings stretched out on either side of her. Nyssa leaned forward over the neck of the horse as it took off from the ground and climbed higher and higher towards the tops of the trees.
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