Post by Saera on Sept 19, 2009 12:49:23 GMT -5
Saera yawned as she leaned back against the wooden walls, enjoying her granola snack in the peace of the barn. Morning had transitioned into noontime, and the atmosphere was as blissful as ever. The horses that weren't snoozing in their stalls were munching on snacks or leftovers from breakfast, or otherwise lounging around and waiting to be turned out. Saera, upon finishing her small meal, wiped her hands on her jeans and decided to walk about the barn, smiling in at new faces.
Rohirrim ears would wiggle some before, he would start to raise his head. Those blue eyes opened and, blinked some focusing slowly. His tail swung around slowly looking out of the bars to the new human. His ears flickered around a little more before he started forward. He let that pink muzzle slip out of the bars for a sniff before, he pulled it back with a snort. He tossed his head some and pawed the ground. He was still getting used to this new place. He was not as high strung as he could have been though. He stood close to the door and watched the human.
Saera came upon an unusual stallion, one that was not familiar to her eye. She paused for a moment at his stall door, seeing as he'd acknowledged her by moving forward. The girl extended her hand, cautiously, and offered it to the male, palm flat. While he may be identifying her scent, she leaned forward a fraction to catch a glimpse of his nameplate. Unfortunately, it was blank-- hence, he must be a newcomer to the farm. "Hey, boy," she said softly. "how're you doing here so far?"
Rohirrim would press his muzzle to the bars once more and watched her. He was a very odd color it seemed around these parts. His nostrils flared a moment more taking in her scent as his tail swung back and forth. Her hand was offered and slowly he nosed that pink muzzle into it sniffing some. He had not been fed from hands so he did not attempt to nibble any fingers. He had no name plate at the moment but, his registration in the books could be found. He was sold to this stable and now waited for a new owner. His name was Rohirrim. She poke and he flicked his ears forward listening a moment.
Saera read his charts over carefully, taking note of his name and colour type. She'd smile in at him, and stroke his nose when it came in reach. Sunlight filtered through the barred windows, exposing the odd particle of dust floating carelessly through the air. Birds chirped in the distance, accompanied with a orchestra of insects. It was a beautiful day outside, despite the chilly September air. There was no sign, yet, of frost, but it was only a matter of time before autumn struck.
Rohirrim nuzzled his muzzle into her hand a bit more before, turning his head. He felt the sun come into the window and arched his neck some. He lifted that roman profiled head some and sniffed at the air. The fall was coming and that would mean wearing a blanket when out side. He did not mind the blankets as it helped with his sensitive pink skin. He looked forward to the colder weather and the chance to go out side once more. The stable hands had not been able to take him out yet. He turned in the stall a bit before leaning his head against the bars nearer to her.
Saera's hand ventured up the classic Roman nose and onto his forehead, which she gave a good scratch as well. The feline admired coats such as his own-- uncommon and most interesting. Of course, personality was a large factor in beautiful horses as well, for they may be as pretty as picture whilst bearing the temperament of the devil himself. From what Saera had seen, it proved safe to enter his stall, if not only for a quick grooming. Dragging in the brushes and combs, the girl familiarized herself with his stall, and offered the tools for him to examine.
Rohirrim closed his eyes as her hand moved up his nose and his forehead. He made a light rolling noise in his throat. He loved to have hands on his forehead in calmed him. He was not needing it though as he was still a bit sleepy. He lifted his head as she started to gather grooming tools. He listened and backed his frame from the door. He let his neck stretch some as he sniffed the offered tools. He was familiar with them and backed away form the door more so she could enter. He had been trained to step away and wait for the owner to enter before coming close once more.
Saera praised his exceptional behaviour with a sincere pat on the neck. She retrieved a curry comb from the kit, which would be the primary starting brush for the session. To commence, she lightly went over his white pelt in circles, hoping to loosen his muscles and extract some dirt and dust. Next would bring the dandy brush, perfect for flicking the leftovers and such, and of course was followed by the soft brush. Saera had a routine of extended the time of usage for the soft brush, as it was a gentle massage to end the grooming.
Rohirrim would shake his neck some as he felt her pat it lightly. He slowly moved to her keeping his head low. He was a teddy bear when he wanted to be and a hell cat at other times. He saw no reason to start to act up. She was calm and confident and, not the least bit scared to be in the stall with him. She started to brush him and he stood in place; his head turned so he could watch her. She was very careful as she brushed his coat and then shifted to another brush to get ride of the extra dust she might have missed. She massaged him with a softer brush next and then stallion shook his frame only a little.
Saera's hand glided across his ivory back, swiping off a missed fleck of debris. Her palm felt smooth and soft as it went over his clean coat now, having been polished effectively. "There we are," she said briskly. "all clean." With that, she rid of the grooming kit and came to occupy a stool near the stallion's stall, just now noticing a third horse in his neighbouring stall. Again, the nameplate was blank, but nevertheless she greeted the mare vocally if prompted.
Rohirrim watched the mare in the other stallion and flickered his ears some. He was unsure of what was troubling her. The white stallion turned in his own stall waiting for the stable hands to come and take the horses out to the pens. His blue eyes looked to the mare once more and he let a nicker pass his pink slinken lips.
Rohirrim ears would wiggle some before, he would start to raise his head. Those blue eyes opened and, blinked some focusing slowly. His tail swung around slowly looking out of the bars to the new human. His ears flickered around a little more before he started forward. He let that pink muzzle slip out of the bars for a sniff before, he pulled it back with a snort. He tossed his head some and pawed the ground. He was still getting used to this new place. He was not as high strung as he could have been though. He stood close to the door and watched the human.
Saera came upon an unusual stallion, one that was not familiar to her eye. She paused for a moment at his stall door, seeing as he'd acknowledged her by moving forward. The girl extended her hand, cautiously, and offered it to the male, palm flat. While he may be identifying her scent, she leaned forward a fraction to catch a glimpse of his nameplate. Unfortunately, it was blank-- hence, he must be a newcomer to the farm. "Hey, boy," she said softly. "how're you doing here so far?"
Rohirrim would press his muzzle to the bars once more and watched her. He was a very odd color it seemed around these parts. His nostrils flared a moment more taking in her scent as his tail swung back and forth. Her hand was offered and slowly he nosed that pink muzzle into it sniffing some. He had not been fed from hands so he did not attempt to nibble any fingers. He had no name plate at the moment but, his registration in the books could be found. He was sold to this stable and now waited for a new owner. His name was Rohirrim. She poke and he flicked his ears forward listening a moment.
Saera read his charts over carefully, taking note of his name and colour type. She'd smile in at him, and stroke his nose when it came in reach. Sunlight filtered through the barred windows, exposing the odd particle of dust floating carelessly through the air. Birds chirped in the distance, accompanied with a orchestra of insects. It was a beautiful day outside, despite the chilly September air. There was no sign, yet, of frost, but it was only a matter of time before autumn struck.
Rohirrim nuzzled his muzzle into her hand a bit more before, turning his head. He felt the sun come into the window and arched his neck some. He lifted that roman profiled head some and sniffed at the air. The fall was coming and that would mean wearing a blanket when out side. He did not mind the blankets as it helped with his sensitive pink skin. He looked forward to the colder weather and the chance to go out side once more. The stable hands had not been able to take him out yet. He turned in the stall a bit before leaning his head against the bars nearer to her.
Saera's hand ventured up the classic Roman nose and onto his forehead, which she gave a good scratch as well. The feline admired coats such as his own-- uncommon and most interesting. Of course, personality was a large factor in beautiful horses as well, for they may be as pretty as picture whilst bearing the temperament of the devil himself. From what Saera had seen, it proved safe to enter his stall, if not only for a quick grooming. Dragging in the brushes and combs, the girl familiarized herself with his stall, and offered the tools for him to examine.
Rohirrim closed his eyes as her hand moved up his nose and his forehead. He made a light rolling noise in his throat. He loved to have hands on his forehead in calmed him. He was not needing it though as he was still a bit sleepy. He lifted his head as she started to gather grooming tools. He listened and backed his frame from the door. He let his neck stretch some as he sniffed the offered tools. He was familiar with them and backed away form the door more so she could enter. He had been trained to step away and wait for the owner to enter before coming close once more.
Saera praised his exceptional behaviour with a sincere pat on the neck. She retrieved a curry comb from the kit, which would be the primary starting brush for the session. To commence, she lightly went over his white pelt in circles, hoping to loosen his muscles and extract some dirt and dust. Next would bring the dandy brush, perfect for flicking the leftovers and such, and of course was followed by the soft brush. Saera had a routine of extended the time of usage for the soft brush, as it was a gentle massage to end the grooming.
Rohirrim would shake his neck some as he felt her pat it lightly. He slowly moved to her keeping his head low. He was a teddy bear when he wanted to be and a hell cat at other times. He saw no reason to start to act up. She was calm and confident and, not the least bit scared to be in the stall with him. She started to brush him and he stood in place; his head turned so he could watch her. She was very careful as she brushed his coat and then shifted to another brush to get ride of the extra dust she might have missed. She massaged him with a softer brush next and then stallion shook his frame only a little.
Saera's hand glided across his ivory back, swiping off a missed fleck of debris. Her palm felt smooth and soft as it went over his clean coat now, having been polished effectively. "There we are," she said briskly. "all clean." With that, she rid of the grooming kit and came to occupy a stool near the stallion's stall, just now noticing a third horse in his neighbouring stall. Again, the nameplate was blank, but nevertheless she greeted the mare vocally if prompted.
Rohirrim watched the mare in the other stallion and flickered his ears some. He was unsure of what was troubling her. The white stallion turned in his own stall waiting for the stable hands to come and take the horses out to the pens. His blue eyes looked to the mare once more and he let a nicker pass his pink slinken lips.