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Stables - Monday Afternoon
Baru had somehow not needed an explanation as to whom he was. That either proved that Baru was a rather smart horse or even in this form, Faramir was still himself or at least he smelled like himself. Admittedly, he was curious now but the one person he knew to ask was not immediately approachable.
Which was perhaps the reason Faramir was exactly where he was at this moment; sitting on a pile of hay in Baru's stable with a storybook and poetry book and the schematics from today's class scattered beside him. The schematics were giving him a headache, but this was closer as to why he was here and his stubborn streak had reared its head, refusing to let him put the notes to rest.
[Open stables, open post. Sulky ranger is sulky, but stubborn to ignore it.]
Which was perhaps the reason Faramir was exactly where he was at this moment; sitting on a pile of hay in Baru's stable with a storybook and poetry book and the schematics from today's class scattered beside him. The schematics were giving him a headache, but this was closer as to why he was here and his stubborn streak had reared its head, refusing to let him put the notes to rest.
[Open stables, open post. Sulky ranger is sulky, but stubborn to ignore it.]
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He hadn't exactly told Rinoa to expect a girl, but he hoped she'd take it in stride.
When he glanced into the stables, he was distracted by the lovely young girl he saw sitting there. "I didn't mean to disturb you," he said sheepishly. "Is one of the horses yours?"
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He motioned towards the brown horse that stood eating from his trough. "This horse is mine. His name is Baru, and somehow he is smart enough to recognise me even when I do not look like myself. I am Faramir."
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"I would go, by now she would be aware of what is happening. There is a chance that she may have been affected as well," he reasoned. "You could ask if it is too uncomfortable and make different plans for when this is over. It seems best to me not to avoid the subject."
Said the ranger who was hiding out in the stables to avoid thinking of a certain girl.
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