Post by Saera on Aug 23, 2009 13:25:32 GMT -5
Saera meandered through the barn, doing her share of the chores with absent mindedness. She'd nearly slip on a rain-soaked patch of cement, but recover last minute by grabbing onto a stall door. This made her shake her head, trying to wake herself from her half-slumber. Saera decided that sunlight would be the ideal remedy for her current state, and emerged from the barn to do just so. In the distance, she immediately spotted a familiar dappled coat shining in the morning light. A smile came to her lips. "Reggie!" She called, coming up the lane at a walk. A peppermint was pulled from her pocket as she came across the fence.
Regretful. Dappled grey raised her head, ears pivoted, and leaned towards the voice. She'd look back, and whicker, turning herself around, and trot towards the pasture gate.
Saera puckered her lips, making kissing sounds to call over her mare. She offered a few treats to her lips, palm flat. "How are you today, girl?" the feline asked, her eyes trailing over the mustang to examine for injuries. In Sae's eyes there was a definite hint of stress, but it was covered with warmth and her willingness to mend her horse's fears.
Regretful tilted her head, for she couldn't understand her. Reg whickered, and tossed her head ever so slightly, "Ah, foreigners, so interesting." She seemed to mean. She'd eat the treats, and lip at the palm, tongue poking out slightly, looking for taste. Tongue would retreat, and she'd just nuzzle her muzzle into the creature's palm.
Saera was relieved to pat Regretful's nose without nipping or chomping. She still wore gloves, of course, but no longer were her fingers sore inside them. Scratching her muzzle one last time, the femme slipped into the paddock beside the gray mare. Her tail was tucked into her pocket, again, as a safety measure. Perhaps it was unnecessary, but her mare was unpredictable to say the least.
(Speedy joins in.)
Speedy McNally took a quick walking pace occasionally breaking into a slow and well collected trot at the handlers side as he was lead to the nearest pasture. Turning his head in and moving out from the handler as they continued, the man with his grip near the head collar was walking at a brisk pace to keep up with the brisk paced pony. Speedy of course was hasty as usual to get out after not being exercised for a while, his master had outgrown him and moved onto a bigger more heavily built mare. Little mongrel pony had always lived to his name though winning many competitions, he was a little bundle of speed and energy this one. As the approached the large gate he stood for a moment then shifting his hind legs impatiently before following in seemingly calmly then waiting to be unclipped before rushing forward barely noticing the other two in the pasture but once cleared of them he would give a quick buck and canter off a bit, then settling down to graze as the handler left leaving his leadrope on the fence.
Saera, upon hearing the ruckus at the fence, darted to the side just in time to clear the path of the small gelding. She'd turn to call after his handlers to say that Regretful didn't have a pasture buddy, but they'd already turned the corner. The feline ground her teeth in frustration, turning back to her healing mare. Whether or not she was happy with the situation would depend on the mustang's reaction-- she needed getting used to horses, sure, but it might be a big leap considering the progress so far.
Regretful pinned her ears back, tilting head, and baring teeth slightly. She'd snap her teeth, and grunt, then bolt after the new horse. Hind legs lashed up, as she leapt up, and went into a full gallop. Speed picked up, the mare would try and catch up to the dun.
Speedy McNally grazed quickly and quietly, slowly moving away from them as he grazed the unfamiliar pair but eventually he did look up briefly at that point he noticed the mare charging towards him and with absolutely no interest in her whatsoever he just lowered his head and continued to graze ignoring her almost completely. He was more interested in filling his stomach than in the dull coloured mustang.
Saera frowned with renewed anxiety. There was nothing she could do to stop the mustang now, as she'd sped past her impossibly fast and with unyielding determination. "Reg!" was all she could shout at the charging horse. The opposing gelding seemed unperturbed at the situation, though surely he would at least attempt to dodge last minute? Whatever the results, Saera had a halter at the ready for her horse. She would have a word with the handlers when they were through, that was for sure.
Regretful charged straight for the horse's side, ready to lash out if possible. If he dodged, and ran, she'd bolt after him, then skid last minute to hear her owner's voice. Ears would prick, and she'd outstretch her neck, ears pointed to listen to Sae.
Speedy McNally ears perked as the horse did not seem to be slowing by the sounds of things, his immediate reaction was to quickly move out of her way quickly turning around on himself in a near miss move before cantering away a bit.Then slowing to check but the mare was after him, no worries if she wanted a chase he was up to it he had record times for speed.He did not care whether he followed her but he would take off towards the north east fence then cut down at the last minute to follow the fence along the front and then about three quarters of the way along he would take off at about a 45 degree turn very suddenly, ending diagonally at the other fence and following it to the back wall where he would turn to see if she followed. The speedy wee racer could easily outrun the lumbering mustang.
Saera braced herself for the sickening crunch, her eyes slits. Fortunately, there was no such sound of impact-- Regretful had stopped, thankfully, and the male had veered away. "Here, Reg," Saera called again, this time less shrilly. "c'mon, girl." Her hand swiped a peppermint from her pocket, which she held out clearly for the horse to see. Clicking her tongue, the feline approached the dappled girl with slow steps. She hoped to lure her in, and possibly lead her to another paddock to separate the two horses; she definitely didn't want to take chances.
Regretful bolted after the dun, kicking up her hind legs, and skidding to veer every few minutes. She'd stop, plan a moment, then try to run straight into him, and lash out with front pillars.
Speedy McNally caught his breath momentarily before bolting off again just before she would have hit him, unusual this one seemed persistent but the little 13 hander was a quick little nipper, taking off around the field in a sort of oval with a thunder of small hooves. He might be small but his shod hooves alone could pack a punch but for now he was just enjoying the game, soon making his way over in Saeras direction he would slow and halt near her looking at her before moments later taking off again.This was no problem for him, he could run all day without a foot wrong.
Saera saw that the mare was through with listening to her, finding the gelding more interesting to chase. The feline turned to the speedy male, instead, and whistled. One of them would have to leave, anyway, so why not him if Reg wasn't co-operating? Everything else would be planned later, but the primary priority was getting one of the horses out. Raising her hand to whistle again, the femme paused for a moment. The tiny racer was light on his hooves, and apparently not tiring like other horses would. Frowning, she watched for a couple moments more until her nerves could take it no longer. She whistled, hoping for at least one horse to hear her and react.
Regretful flickered her ears, and charged past Sae, missing the girl by a few inches, then veering to chase after the gelding - Like Sae was some sort of barrel or something. Leaping up, she'd thrash her hind legs mind-leap, and whinny.
Speedy McNally bolted away from the mare again immediately, pretty much ignoring her aggressive actions and bolting over to the human and slowing gradually about three quarters of the way there and upon reaching her he was at a slow trotting pace and halted from there. He was obviously well trained and had been partners to a few other horses in other centres, although this one seemed to be after him with some kind of unnatural vengeance. He'd stand before Saera allowing her to catch him if she wished, he'd had a good run already but there was no worries he could run another mile if he needed to.
Saera felt a rush of air as the gray blur zoomed past her. There was no way she could reach out for her halter unless she wanted to dislocate her shoulder. On the other hand, the dun trotted toward her obediently, obviously not a stranger to furres. The feline swiftly clipped the lead in her hands onto the boy's halter, and stroked his neck as a praise. As she led him toward the gate, she caught sight of the dappled mare gaining ground. The feline jumped toward Speedy's flank, in front of the charging horse. She would have to veer away, this time, unless she was blinded by her rage.
Regretful charged still, more aimed at the gelding's side then anything else. She leapt towards him, and skidding, reaching out to kick at his side.
Speedy McNally stood while Saera grasped hold his halter, his ears perked as the thunder of the mustangs hooves gained on him but he would remain stationed. Suddenly the furre was gone then the mare came into view, determined to behave he ignored her and lowered his head to graze but as he did so he was struck by the mare, his skinny body would not hold against the mighty mustang and he was thrown sideways at first not losing his balance and then eventually tipping but quickly getting back up.
Saera lost her balance for a moment, but it was the male who absorbed the charge. Saera took the opportunity to grab onto Regretful's halter, attempting to escort her outside of the paddock and away from Speedy. Only then would she relax, if the gate was sealed. "Let's go, Reg," she'd say while watching her mare sternly. Maybe it wasn't her fault that she reacted the way she did, but Sae felt as if she still had control of her actions, if not only a little. Despite her disappointed, the feline of course felt sympathetic toward the traumatized mare. She ran her hand over her dappled shoulder, and reached up to grab her halter and lead her into her stall. If she'd allowed that, Saera would feel a pang of guilt and return to the gelding. She'd examine him over, and try to lead him to the stall adjacent to Regretful, if he wasn't too irritated or injured. She wanted to keep an eye on him, as well.
Regretful grunted. She'd rear up, and lash out as the halter was touched, and try and bolt away.
Speedy McNally managed to get to his feet as the mare began flipping,standingup trying to get to grips with himself again with his head lowered. He shook from head to neck and snorted,he'd lift his head but then seeing the mare still going wild he would keep it low a few seconds. Feeling sore and preferring now to get out of the way he walked off down the pasture,occasionally breaking into a few paces of slow trot but no longer the same sparky horse he was moments ago.
Saera sighed, watching her plan fail before her eyes. She kept a firm grip on Reg's halter, but was unable to lead her into the stall, or ever outside the pasture. She was not prepared to let her go at the moment, not when the gelding's spirits fell and he was vulnerable. "Let's go Reg," she repeated, tugging on the halter firmly. Her authoritative side was stepping in again-- it was needed more than usual, lately.
Regretful snapped then. She reared up, lashing out, and lashing at anyone, even Sae. With all her might she bolted away, trying to snap the halter or have the human loose grip. If successful, she'd charge away, to the gelding.
Speedy McNally looked out over the other pastures,ignoring the struggle between the furre and the mare doubting the furre would win anyway. Now he would pace around all the far end only till about a quarter of the way along before turning back then wandering around in the area around the corner for a while before going over to the south west wall and lying down to relax for a minute.
Saera fell to the ground with a yell, her wrist taking most of the damage. She held it in her other hand, testing it for sprain absently as she looked up at the wild horse. "Whoa, Reggie," she called up, glancing over in the dun's direction. She managed to get to her feet fairly quickly, having found no problem with her wrist. Her main concern was both horses, anyway, as the two seemed out of sorts in their own way.
Regretful nipped at the gelding, and shoved at him, ears still pinned, but starting to ease up, taking the gelding less as a threat.
Speedy McNally could only watch as the dull mustang charged again when she arrived he flicked his ears back and keeping them back as she shoved him and then baring his teeth and flicking his tail as she nipped him. Then getting up and flicking his tail again and beginning to walk off, he didn't want the start her on another rampage but he didn't want to stick around for now.If she followed he would take a slow trot and eventually halt.
Saera had had enough of the commotion. She marched with renewed determination toward the mare, and stood in front of her, blocking Speedy from her view. They were a few meters away, but close enough for the girl to see what Saera was holding-- three sugar cubes, lined up in her open palm. "C'mere Reg," she cooed, the hint of a genuine smile on her lips. "I know you don't want to stay here, just come here and I'll take you away." She had a plan, which could only be finished if Regretful accepted her voice and walked toward her. If not, she would try to catch her in a more difficult, complicated fashion.
Regretful followed the gelding, instead, still nipping and shoving at him. She tossed her head, ears eased up straight, now she was just playing. She tugged his mane gently, and ignored the human completely.
Speedy McNally flicked his ears back, flicking his back legs up a bit and stamping them down as she continued nipping and shoving him.Realising she did not mean it in a hostile fashion now he would buck gently at her not meaning to hit her and aiming not to.Then bucking normally,up behind him and cantering gently forward, if she followed he'd break into a gallop not as fast as usual but it would take him along the last of the north west wall and he took a long corner and continued to gallop down the first half of the north east wall before slowing to canter and then to trot again.
Saera closed her hand, and watched the couple.. play? The feline was used to being ignored, and couldn't be bothered less by it, but seeing her mare bond with another horse was a rare sight. It brought different thoughts to her mind, ones that did not attack her nerves but calmed them instead. She was still tense will she surveyed them, but less nervous for the two of them. Perhaps her plans wouldn't need to go through.
Regretful trotted after him, cutting half the field, and catching up. She'd whicker to him, and nudge his neck gently, then bolt off, as if to play tag. Kicking up the hinds, she'd land and slow to a quick trot.
Speedy McNally slowed and was about to begin his grazing before the mare nudged him and bolted off, then taking off suddenly the first few strides didn't seem to take him forward instead grinding up the earth. Then bounding forward, the first stride was obviously unprepared for by his front right leg which was unsteady for that and then he bolted on for a while, his neck stretched out and his small skinny legs moving as fast as they possibly could after.
Saera backed into the fence and hopped up to sit on the top rail while she watched. It seemed she wasn't needed, which was fine by her; it was spectacular to see Reg finally getting along with a "peer". The feline had nothing to do but watch their game and swing her legs. She dusted off the excess sugar from her palms on her jeans, and leaned back on her wrists. Noontime transitioned into afternoon, and the sun reached its peak in the blue sky.
Regretful came back, and circled him at a canter, then galloped away. She bucked playfully, and tossed her head, whinnying. Nostrils flared slightly, as the air rushed through, she'd return to normal.
Speedy McNally took a giant circle in the middle of the pasture at full gallop avoiding the mare when necessary and bucking when she came near after 2 of the circles he slowed to a canter then to a trot and quickly halted and watched her.
Saera was now genuinely interested in who would catch who-- she was leaning forward on the fence so far that she was in danger of tumbling to the the grass. Her hands came up to her head, and she pulled her curls into an elegant bun, or as elegant as she could manage with such thick hair. The feline continued watching with interest, wondering how long they would play.
Regretful bolted as fast as she could, then into a top speed gallop, neck outstretched. Slowing near him, she'd make an attempt to gently tap his croup, or shoulder, or generally wherever she could reach.
Speedy McNally lowered his head to graze as she came round near him,pinning his ears back and moving away from her as she tried to tap him. He was bored and tired of games now instead moving off up north a few steps and settling down again.
Saera jumped off her perch to sit in the middle of the large paddock, where she could better supervise the two of them. She yawned wildly, and noticed the game's pace slow as well. The female looked up, and was greeted with a small droplet of rain. The skies were clouding over slightly, and the sun was having trouble filtering through the darker clouds.
Regretful followed, and continued trying to nudge and tap him, obviously not getting the point. Feeling the ran, the mare whinnied, a happy tone. The mare hadn't felt the wet droplets in so long, she gazed up at the sky, and half reared, whinnying excitedly, then landed. She bolted about, trying to catch all the possible raindrops, leaving the gelding at peace, but almost bumping into him and the human a few times.
Speedy McNally continued to graze turning a blind eye to the charging mare and the raindrops.Only once looking up at the human he was more interesting in filling his stomach now that playing with the younger mare.
Saera was amused by the mustang's reaction to the rain, and even more entertained when she frolicked around almost comically, trying to catch each drop. It would be easier for her now that it was raining harder. The feline popped up her hood, shielding her hair and face from the precipitation. Her tail was getting more and more wet as the minutes dragged on-- being a cat, it was against her nature to like rain, but she did nonetheless.
Regretful. Dappled grey raised her head, ears pivoted, and leaned towards the voice. She'd look back, and whicker, turning herself around, and trot towards the pasture gate.
Saera puckered her lips, making kissing sounds to call over her mare. She offered a few treats to her lips, palm flat. "How are you today, girl?" the feline asked, her eyes trailing over the mustang to examine for injuries. In Sae's eyes there was a definite hint of stress, but it was covered with warmth and her willingness to mend her horse's fears.
Regretful tilted her head, for she couldn't understand her. Reg whickered, and tossed her head ever so slightly, "Ah, foreigners, so interesting." She seemed to mean. She'd eat the treats, and lip at the palm, tongue poking out slightly, looking for taste. Tongue would retreat, and she'd just nuzzle her muzzle into the creature's palm.
Saera was relieved to pat Regretful's nose without nipping or chomping. She still wore gloves, of course, but no longer were her fingers sore inside them. Scratching her muzzle one last time, the femme slipped into the paddock beside the gray mare. Her tail was tucked into her pocket, again, as a safety measure. Perhaps it was unnecessary, but her mare was unpredictable to say the least.
(Speedy joins in.)
Speedy McNally took a quick walking pace occasionally breaking into a slow and well collected trot at the handlers side as he was lead to the nearest pasture. Turning his head in and moving out from the handler as they continued, the man with his grip near the head collar was walking at a brisk pace to keep up with the brisk paced pony. Speedy of course was hasty as usual to get out after not being exercised for a while, his master had outgrown him and moved onto a bigger more heavily built mare. Little mongrel pony had always lived to his name though winning many competitions, he was a little bundle of speed and energy this one. As the approached the large gate he stood for a moment then shifting his hind legs impatiently before following in seemingly calmly then waiting to be unclipped before rushing forward barely noticing the other two in the pasture but once cleared of them he would give a quick buck and canter off a bit, then settling down to graze as the handler left leaving his leadrope on the fence.
Saera, upon hearing the ruckus at the fence, darted to the side just in time to clear the path of the small gelding. She'd turn to call after his handlers to say that Regretful didn't have a pasture buddy, but they'd already turned the corner. The feline ground her teeth in frustration, turning back to her healing mare. Whether or not she was happy with the situation would depend on the mustang's reaction-- she needed getting used to horses, sure, but it might be a big leap considering the progress so far.
Regretful pinned her ears back, tilting head, and baring teeth slightly. She'd snap her teeth, and grunt, then bolt after the new horse. Hind legs lashed up, as she leapt up, and went into a full gallop. Speed picked up, the mare would try and catch up to the dun.
Speedy McNally grazed quickly and quietly, slowly moving away from them as he grazed the unfamiliar pair but eventually he did look up briefly at that point he noticed the mare charging towards him and with absolutely no interest in her whatsoever he just lowered his head and continued to graze ignoring her almost completely. He was more interested in filling his stomach than in the dull coloured mustang.
Saera frowned with renewed anxiety. There was nothing she could do to stop the mustang now, as she'd sped past her impossibly fast and with unyielding determination. "Reg!" was all she could shout at the charging horse. The opposing gelding seemed unperturbed at the situation, though surely he would at least attempt to dodge last minute? Whatever the results, Saera had a halter at the ready for her horse. She would have a word with the handlers when they were through, that was for sure.
Regretful charged straight for the horse's side, ready to lash out if possible. If he dodged, and ran, she'd bolt after him, then skid last minute to hear her owner's voice. Ears would prick, and she'd outstretch her neck, ears pointed to listen to Sae.
Speedy McNally ears perked as the horse did not seem to be slowing by the sounds of things, his immediate reaction was to quickly move out of her way quickly turning around on himself in a near miss move before cantering away a bit.Then slowing to check but the mare was after him, no worries if she wanted a chase he was up to it he had record times for speed.He did not care whether he followed her but he would take off towards the north east fence then cut down at the last minute to follow the fence along the front and then about three quarters of the way along he would take off at about a 45 degree turn very suddenly, ending diagonally at the other fence and following it to the back wall where he would turn to see if she followed. The speedy wee racer could easily outrun the lumbering mustang.
Saera braced herself for the sickening crunch, her eyes slits. Fortunately, there was no such sound of impact-- Regretful had stopped, thankfully, and the male had veered away. "Here, Reg," Saera called again, this time less shrilly. "c'mon, girl." Her hand swiped a peppermint from her pocket, which she held out clearly for the horse to see. Clicking her tongue, the feline approached the dappled girl with slow steps. She hoped to lure her in, and possibly lead her to another paddock to separate the two horses; she definitely didn't want to take chances.
Regretful bolted after the dun, kicking up her hind legs, and skidding to veer every few minutes. She'd stop, plan a moment, then try to run straight into him, and lash out with front pillars.
Speedy McNally caught his breath momentarily before bolting off again just before she would have hit him, unusual this one seemed persistent but the little 13 hander was a quick little nipper, taking off around the field in a sort of oval with a thunder of small hooves. He might be small but his shod hooves alone could pack a punch but for now he was just enjoying the game, soon making his way over in Saeras direction he would slow and halt near her looking at her before moments later taking off again.This was no problem for him, he could run all day without a foot wrong.
Saera saw that the mare was through with listening to her, finding the gelding more interesting to chase. The feline turned to the speedy male, instead, and whistled. One of them would have to leave, anyway, so why not him if Reg wasn't co-operating? Everything else would be planned later, but the primary priority was getting one of the horses out. Raising her hand to whistle again, the femme paused for a moment. The tiny racer was light on his hooves, and apparently not tiring like other horses would. Frowning, she watched for a couple moments more until her nerves could take it no longer. She whistled, hoping for at least one horse to hear her and react.
Regretful flickered her ears, and charged past Sae, missing the girl by a few inches, then veering to chase after the gelding - Like Sae was some sort of barrel or something. Leaping up, she'd thrash her hind legs mind-leap, and whinny.
Speedy McNally bolted away from the mare again immediately, pretty much ignoring her aggressive actions and bolting over to the human and slowing gradually about three quarters of the way there and upon reaching her he was at a slow trotting pace and halted from there. He was obviously well trained and had been partners to a few other horses in other centres, although this one seemed to be after him with some kind of unnatural vengeance. He'd stand before Saera allowing her to catch him if she wished, he'd had a good run already but there was no worries he could run another mile if he needed to.
Saera felt a rush of air as the gray blur zoomed past her. There was no way she could reach out for her halter unless she wanted to dislocate her shoulder. On the other hand, the dun trotted toward her obediently, obviously not a stranger to furres. The feline swiftly clipped the lead in her hands onto the boy's halter, and stroked his neck as a praise. As she led him toward the gate, she caught sight of the dappled mare gaining ground. The feline jumped toward Speedy's flank, in front of the charging horse. She would have to veer away, this time, unless she was blinded by her rage.
Regretful charged still, more aimed at the gelding's side then anything else. She leapt towards him, and skidding, reaching out to kick at his side.
Speedy McNally stood while Saera grasped hold his halter, his ears perked as the thunder of the mustangs hooves gained on him but he would remain stationed. Suddenly the furre was gone then the mare came into view, determined to behave he ignored her and lowered his head to graze but as he did so he was struck by the mare, his skinny body would not hold against the mighty mustang and he was thrown sideways at first not losing his balance and then eventually tipping but quickly getting back up.
Saera lost her balance for a moment, but it was the male who absorbed the charge. Saera took the opportunity to grab onto Regretful's halter, attempting to escort her outside of the paddock and away from Speedy. Only then would she relax, if the gate was sealed. "Let's go, Reg," she'd say while watching her mare sternly. Maybe it wasn't her fault that she reacted the way she did, but Sae felt as if she still had control of her actions, if not only a little. Despite her disappointed, the feline of course felt sympathetic toward the traumatized mare. She ran her hand over her dappled shoulder, and reached up to grab her halter and lead her into her stall. If she'd allowed that, Saera would feel a pang of guilt and return to the gelding. She'd examine him over, and try to lead him to the stall adjacent to Regretful, if he wasn't too irritated or injured. She wanted to keep an eye on him, as well.
Regretful grunted. She'd rear up, and lash out as the halter was touched, and try and bolt away.
Speedy McNally managed to get to his feet as the mare began flipping,standingup trying to get to grips with himself again with his head lowered. He shook from head to neck and snorted,he'd lift his head but then seeing the mare still going wild he would keep it low a few seconds. Feeling sore and preferring now to get out of the way he walked off down the pasture,occasionally breaking into a few paces of slow trot but no longer the same sparky horse he was moments ago.
Saera sighed, watching her plan fail before her eyes. She kept a firm grip on Reg's halter, but was unable to lead her into the stall, or ever outside the pasture. She was not prepared to let her go at the moment, not when the gelding's spirits fell and he was vulnerable. "Let's go Reg," she repeated, tugging on the halter firmly. Her authoritative side was stepping in again-- it was needed more than usual, lately.
Regretful snapped then. She reared up, lashing out, and lashing at anyone, even Sae. With all her might she bolted away, trying to snap the halter or have the human loose grip. If successful, she'd charge away, to the gelding.
Speedy McNally looked out over the other pastures,ignoring the struggle between the furre and the mare doubting the furre would win anyway. Now he would pace around all the far end only till about a quarter of the way along before turning back then wandering around in the area around the corner for a while before going over to the south west wall and lying down to relax for a minute.
Saera fell to the ground with a yell, her wrist taking most of the damage. She held it in her other hand, testing it for sprain absently as she looked up at the wild horse. "Whoa, Reggie," she called up, glancing over in the dun's direction. She managed to get to her feet fairly quickly, having found no problem with her wrist. Her main concern was both horses, anyway, as the two seemed out of sorts in their own way.
Regretful nipped at the gelding, and shoved at him, ears still pinned, but starting to ease up, taking the gelding less as a threat.
Speedy McNally could only watch as the dull mustang charged again when she arrived he flicked his ears back and keeping them back as she shoved him and then baring his teeth and flicking his tail as she nipped him. Then getting up and flicking his tail again and beginning to walk off, he didn't want the start her on another rampage but he didn't want to stick around for now.If she followed he would take a slow trot and eventually halt.
Saera had had enough of the commotion. She marched with renewed determination toward the mare, and stood in front of her, blocking Speedy from her view. They were a few meters away, but close enough for the girl to see what Saera was holding-- three sugar cubes, lined up in her open palm. "C'mere Reg," she cooed, the hint of a genuine smile on her lips. "I know you don't want to stay here, just come here and I'll take you away." She had a plan, which could only be finished if Regretful accepted her voice and walked toward her. If not, she would try to catch her in a more difficult, complicated fashion.
Regretful followed the gelding, instead, still nipping and shoving at him. She tossed her head, ears eased up straight, now she was just playing. She tugged his mane gently, and ignored the human completely.
Speedy McNally flicked his ears back, flicking his back legs up a bit and stamping them down as she continued nipping and shoving him.Realising she did not mean it in a hostile fashion now he would buck gently at her not meaning to hit her and aiming not to.Then bucking normally,up behind him and cantering gently forward, if she followed he'd break into a gallop not as fast as usual but it would take him along the last of the north west wall and he took a long corner and continued to gallop down the first half of the north east wall before slowing to canter and then to trot again.
Saera closed her hand, and watched the couple.. play? The feline was used to being ignored, and couldn't be bothered less by it, but seeing her mare bond with another horse was a rare sight. It brought different thoughts to her mind, ones that did not attack her nerves but calmed them instead. She was still tense will she surveyed them, but less nervous for the two of them. Perhaps her plans wouldn't need to go through.
Regretful trotted after him, cutting half the field, and catching up. She'd whicker to him, and nudge his neck gently, then bolt off, as if to play tag. Kicking up the hinds, she'd land and slow to a quick trot.
Speedy McNally slowed and was about to begin his grazing before the mare nudged him and bolted off, then taking off suddenly the first few strides didn't seem to take him forward instead grinding up the earth. Then bounding forward, the first stride was obviously unprepared for by his front right leg which was unsteady for that and then he bolted on for a while, his neck stretched out and his small skinny legs moving as fast as they possibly could after.
Saera backed into the fence and hopped up to sit on the top rail while she watched. It seemed she wasn't needed, which was fine by her; it was spectacular to see Reg finally getting along with a "peer". The feline had nothing to do but watch their game and swing her legs. She dusted off the excess sugar from her palms on her jeans, and leaned back on her wrists. Noontime transitioned into afternoon, and the sun reached its peak in the blue sky.
Regretful came back, and circled him at a canter, then galloped away. She bucked playfully, and tossed her head, whinnying. Nostrils flared slightly, as the air rushed through, she'd return to normal.
Speedy McNally took a giant circle in the middle of the pasture at full gallop avoiding the mare when necessary and bucking when she came near after 2 of the circles he slowed to a canter then to a trot and quickly halted and watched her.
Saera was now genuinely interested in who would catch who-- she was leaning forward on the fence so far that she was in danger of tumbling to the the grass. Her hands came up to her head, and she pulled her curls into an elegant bun, or as elegant as she could manage with such thick hair. The feline continued watching with interest, wondering how long they would play.
Regretful bolted as fast as she could, then into a top speed gallop, neck outstretched. Slowing near him, she'd make an attempt to gently tap his croup, or shoulder, or generally wherever she could reach.
Speedy McNally lowered his head to graze as she came round near him,pinning his ears back and moving away from her as she tried to tap him. He was bored and tired of games now instead moving off up north a few steps and settling down again.
Saera jumped off her perch to sit in the middle of the large paddock, where she could better supervise the two of them. She yawned wildly, and noticed the game's pace slow as well. The female looked up, and was greeted with a small droplet of rain. The skies were clouding over slightly, and the sun was having trouble filtering through the darker clouds.
Regretful followed, and continued trying to nudge and tap him, obviously not getting the point. Feeling the ran, the mare whinnied, a happy tone. The mare hadn't felt the wet droplets in so long, she gazed up at the sky, and half reared, whinnying excitedly, then landed. She bolted about, trying to catch all the possible raindrops, leaving the gelding at peace, but almost bumping into him and the human a few times.
Speedy McNally continued to graze turning a blind eye to the charging mare and the raindrops.Only once looking up at the human he was more interesting in filling his stomach now that playing with the younger mare.
Saera was amused by the mustang's reaction to the rain, and even more entertained when she frolicked around almost comically, trying to catch each drop. It would be easier for her now that it was raining harder. The feline popped up her hood, shielding her hair and face from the precipitation. Her tail was getting more and more wet as the minutes dragged on-- being a cat, it was against her nature to like rain, but she did nonetheless.