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AW - The stables

POSTED: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:49 pm

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The horses were glad to see Ibycus visit them as he usually brought treats for them and this day was no different. Except for why he was there. He had noticed that some of the horse's feet needed some attention and thought it was a good time to refresh his memory of the farrier's skills that his dad had taught him. It had been a long while since he last worked on hooves, the last time was just before leaving Italy, and he did not want to forget everything, so it was time to break out the tools and start remembering.

Ibycus chose one of the more docile of the horses and tied them up to the fence and not knowing for sure how well his workings would be received, went slowly so the horse would not spook. Running his hand down the leg picking up the foot and gripped it between his knees. Using the pick, he carefully cleaned out the dirt, and mud until the sole was clean being careful around the frog. A trim of the hoof wall with the nippers and a touchup with the rasp, Ibycus continued on to the other feet.

A couple more sets of hooves and Ibycus leaned up against the fence to rest and survey the herd. Some had wandered off to graze when the treats were not being freely handed out and a few stayed in hopes of more, especially when they were still being given to the ones that had gotten pedicures. He got out the stone to touch up the sharpness of his tools during the break and pondered which one to work on next.

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POSTED: Thu Oct 17, 2013 9:42 pm

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Océane crossed her legs over the warm boulder, reaching her dodged brown fingers to her damp chocolate hair. She’d spent a couple of nights recuperating after a long time of living on her own, but she’d really felt the need to wash the dirt and grime out of her fur. No longer was it such a dark, muddy, almost black color- but you could see the rich brown, and realized that the long stripe down her back was an almost creamish color, instead of an odd dirty yellow. She could reclaim the title of toasted marshmallow fur, instead of mucky mud-brown. Her long dark hair was no longer tangled and ratty, she could actually run her fingers through it without much trouble. The girl took the locks near her face into a trio of separate sections, before moving in the familiar pattern of a braid. Over under, through… over, under, through… soon enough she was able to tie it off, removing the hair that would have once obstructed her view. She picked one of the blue feathers that had sat behind her and twisted into her hair, following suit with two more. Satisfied that she wouldn’t be bothered by that anymore, she turned her attention elsewhere.

Uncrossing her legs, the woman stood, stretching her legs for just a minute before turning and walking a few feet into the trees. A white and blonde-main horse grazed, her halter tied to the nearby pine. Gently untying her restrictions, Océane led Evadne out of the trees and into the sunlight. The brown furred woman could easily remember where the stables were, as if she had been there yesterday, and not three years later. Once horse and lady arrived, she found that they were not alone. Another Luperci was present, doing nothing other than up keeping the horses feet. Océane tipped her head, stopping for a moment before making herself known. In a couple of minutes it seemed that he had finished, and she finally moved herself and Evadne into view.

She hadn’t seen the man before, so he must have been one of the more recent members. At least, recent as in the last few years. “Pardon the interruption.” She said, rough voice apologetic. The lady dipped her head, leading Evadne past the entrance, opening the gate to the field. Closing it behind her, Océane untied her reins and equiptment, which had been on her for much too long. Once she was free of restriction, Evadne lifted her head and shook out her mane, leading a short gallop deeper into the open space, before slowing down to graze, and make her way to inquire of some of the other horses. Some were old friends, and others, strangers. The lady smiled, before turning and tipping her head at the man again. She rested her arms on the fence gate, still inside the pasture, before speaking again. “May I inquire of your name?” She questioned, bright eyes curious of an unknown packmate.

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POSTED: Tue Oct 22, 2013 1:56 am

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The work went quickly as the horses did not need much work, just mostly cleaning of their hooves. He did not have any trouble with the horses, although he suspected that his apple and carrot bits that he gave out as treats was a factor in that. He did not mind and he figured the horses did not mind either as it was something different in their daily routine.

Ibycus nodded his head a little and with a bit of a grin on his muzzle, No problem, Signora, as he was about done anyways and he did not perceive that she was interrupting. He busied himself with cleaning off his tools while another person arrived and turned their horse out into the pasture. He carefully wrapped the tools back up in their protective leather roll that he always kept them in. I am glad to meet you, Signora, Ibycus is my name. A hand scratched at a horse's neck while he talked.

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