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piosenniel · 09-27-2004, 02:57 AM

Rochfalmar siezes the day . . .

‘Falmar took note of the fawning over her second new stablemate and snorted her disapproval. First the black that Mistress Aman had brought in and now this great sod of a horse that her mistress seemed all goo-eyed over. She stuck her neck out as far as she could over the stable door to see what was happening. A noise from the stall next to hers diverted the grey’s curiosity, and she snaked her head near as she could to peer in what had been an empty stall.

One of the small ones was there looking much like the strawmen put up in the Inn garden to scare off the crows, and smelling much like yesterday’s meal of hay, alfalfa, and oats. His attention she noted was fixed on the goings on in the new horse’s stall.

‘Falmar twitched her ears and chuffed at the interesting tableau. They were all focused on the new horse, or so it seemed. Taking the opportunity, she reached over the stall door and drawing her lips back, grasped the handle of the iron bar that locked her in. She’d seen the stablemaster and his help do it with their hands many times as they opened the door to put her in the stall. And now she put the knowledge to good use. Drawing the bolt up gently, she felt the door give way from the weight of her shoulder against it. She paused, ears twitching again to catch the sound of someone coming toward her. Nothing heard, nothing seen. She dropped the bolt back into its guides and trotted briskly toward the open stable door, her pace picking up until she was at a full gallop as her tail cleared the entryway.

Across the yard she flew, picking up speed. Near the edge of the Inn grounds she slowed to a canter, her ears picking up the sounds of a familiar voice. There, talking to some of the small ones was her friend, Derufin. Perhaps he had time again for her today. Another ride would be nice, she thought. 'Falmar clip-clopped quietly behind him, noting with amusement the wide eyes of the little ones at her approach. ‘What’s the matter?’ she heard him say, as the little ones, taking a cautionary measure, backed away from him.

‘Falmar nodded her head up and down, and with a soft whicker of greeting, nudged the stablemaster hard on the small of his back . . .

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. . . Dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. -- Horace

09-27-2004, 02:57 AM	#812
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Rochfalmar siezes the day . . . ‘Falmar took note of the fawning over her second new stablemate and snorted her disapproval. First the black that Mistress Aman had brought in and now this great sod of a horse that her mistress seemed all goo-eyed over. She stuck her neck out as far as she could over the stable door to see what was happening. A noise from the stall next to hers diverted the grey’s curiosity, and she snaked her head near as she could to peer in what had been an empty stall. One of the small ones was there looking much like the strawmen put up in the Inn garden to scare off the crows, and smelling much like yesterday’s meal of hay, alfalfa, and oats. His attention she noted was fixed on the goings on in the new horse’s stall. ‘Falmar twitched her ears and chuffed at the interesting tableau. They were all focused on the new horse, or so it seemed. Taking the opportunity, she reached over the stall door and drawing her lips back, grasped the handle of the iron bar that locked her in. She’d seen the stablemaster and his help do it with their hands many times as they opened the door to put her in the stall. And now she put the knowledge to good use. Drawing the bolt up gently, she felt the door give way from the weight of her shoulder against it. She paused, ears twitching again to catch the sound of someone coming toward her. Nothing heard, nothing seen. She dropped the bolt back into its guides and trotted briskly toward the open stable door, her pace picking up until she was at a full gallop as her tail cleared the entryway. Across the yard she flew, picking up speed. Near the edge of the Inn grounds she slowed to a canter, her ears picking up the sounds of a familiar voice. There, talking to some of the small ones was her friend, Derufin. Perhaps he had time again for her today. Another ride would be nice, she thought. 'Falmar clip-clopped quietly behind him, noting with amusement the wide eyes of the little ones at her approach. ‘What’s the matter?’ she heard him say, as the little ones, taking a cautionary measure, backed away from him. ‘Falmar nodded her head up and down, and with a soft whicker of greeting, nudged the stablemaster hard on the small of his back . . . --------- . . . Dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. -- Horace Last edited by piosenniel; 09-27-2004 at 03:06 AM.