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lemon · 06-06-2014, 07:58 PM

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Okay, so it sounded like this kid was on board with everything Sophie had suggested. "Dima Toussaint," she repeated. "My mom owns a shop with a Toussaint. It's called GothSaints, because it's a combination of their last names." Even though her mom was technically a Newell now and no longer a Greingoth. She'd already told him her name, so she didn't repeat it again.

"Yup, an Aethonan's cool," she said. "Besides, here's an unclaimed one right here." It was like the horse was just waiting on them or something. Heh. Sophie approached the horse and got her wand at the ready. Oh, wait. They were supposed to pat the horse first, right? Yeah, better do that. She didn't want to get kicked. She reached forward...very slowly...and gave the horse a good pat.

"Okay, I think we're safe," she said. No kicking, horse, mmkay? "Fixate!" She drew her wand over the side of the horse's face , coming up from under its ears to the corner of its mouth. As she did this, the bridle she was directing made its way to the horse then fixed itself on its back. "Cool, so I think that's your cue to hop on."

Oh, he knew about GothSaints! "I think my uncle Nico's part of that," Dima nodded, following the older girl over to their selected horse. The bridle wouldn't bother it, right? Watching avidly, he relaxed a little when the charm casting was finished, seemingly not affecting their Aethonan too much.

As soon as Sophie gave word that she was done fixating the equipment on the creature, the first year hopped on. He wasn't very coordinated and ended up falling off of the animal two times out of three, but he finally sorted himself out and got comfy. "I'm ready!"

After he was sure his partner was situated too, Dima took up the reins and gave them a tiny tug. How... did one steer a horse, again?

This was going to be a long race.

06-06-2014, 07:58 PM	#373 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year x12 x12	Post 1 AGAIN Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana Okay, so it sounded like this kid was on board with everything Sophie had suggested. "Dima Toussaint," she repeated. "My mom owns a shop with a Toussaint. It's called GothSaints, because it's a combination of their last names." Even though her mom was technically a Newell now and no longer a Greingoth. She'd already told him her name, so she didn't repeat it again. "Yup, an Aethonan's cool," she said. "Besides, here's an unclaimed one right here." It was like the horse was just waiting on them or something. Heh. Sophie approached the horse and got her wand at the ready. Oh, wait. They were supposed to pat the horse first, right? Yeah, better do that. She didn't want to get kicked. She reached forward...very slowly...and gave the horse a good pat. "Okay, I think we're safe," she said. No kicking, horse, mmkay? "Fixate!" She drew her wand over the side of the horse's face , coming up from under its ears to the corner of its mouth. As she did this, the bridle she was directing made its way to the horse then fixed itself on its back. "Cool, so I think that's your cue to hop on." Oh, he knew about GothSaints! "I think my uncle Nico's part of that," Dima nodded, following the older girl over to their selected horse. The bridle wouldn't bother it, right? Watching avidly, he relaxed a little when the charm casting was finished, seemingly not affecting their Aethonan too much. As soon as Sophie gave word that she was done fixating the equipment on the creature, the first year hopped on. He wasn't very coordinated and ended up falling off of the animal two times out of three, but he finally sorted himself out and got comfy. "I'm ready!" After he was sure his partner was situated too, Dima took up the reins and gave them a tiny tug. How... did one steer a horse, again? This was going to be a long race. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.