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When Graham woke up and realized that the walls were gingerbread, naturally, he had to break off a piece to give it a try, taking it (and a few spare pieces stuffed into his pockets) with him on his way outside. But as he was chewing on it thoughtfully, thinking what a wonderful idea houses made of gingerbread and sweets might be, he suddenly stopped in his tracks as an odd, odd feeling fell over him.

Something like a memory, but not of anything that had happened yet. A premonition? A warning? It was the strangest thing, but he almost felt as though something was telling him to not get in the habit of eating buildings made of food...

Consequently, the taste of the gingerbread seemed to turn dry and sandy and chalky and unpleasant in his mouth. He spit it out with a wave of disgust and confusion, wondering if suddenly his tongue had broken. Should he go get it checked out at the clinic? Was he cursed? Was it the island just ensuring he didn't eat all the gingerbread buildings on the island?

Were all the buildings gingerbread?

And if the other buildings were gingerbread...

A dire thought struck him.

"Oh, no. Triumph!"

He immediately started running for the stables....hoping that they'd even still be there by the time his trusty steeds was done with it!

[[ open! Feel free to catch him en route or when he's arrived! ]]

pun_king

Now that Graham had been ~~eventually~~ armed with the knowledge of what exactly this day entailed and after a ~~presumably~~ incredibly awkward departure/escape from the common room, he was struck with another thought that almost had him not continuing on his way to the stable to get to his training with Triumph, but, instead, toward town.

There was mistletoe that wanted people to kiss each other to the point of violence. It was Tuesday. Charlie usually worked on Tuesday, and so if Graham just so happened to find his way to Groovy Tunes, and the mistletoe found its way there, too...

But Graham didn't take more than two steps in that direction before he instantly felt terrible for having had this thought, and he firmly kept the trail toward the stables, though he wasn't there to do his usual training session with Triumph anymore, but, instead, to have a much needed heart-to-heart.

"...because that's not a very good, nice thing to do, is it?" he was telling Triumph, who listened patiently. They were tucked comfortably in Triumph's stall, despite having pretty much full reign over the place, Graham leaning against him comfortably, as they often did when Graham was troubled and just needed to talk through some things. "To kiss one person and then turn right around and go kiss someone else, too? You shouldn't be kissing more than one person at a time, or at least not so soon after each other, right? Besides, what if Charlie doesn't know about the mistletoe? Then that's not good, either, if I know, and she doesn't, for me to talk advantage of that, you know? I'd feel terrible. Even if it would be really nice to kiss her. It was really nice ~~eventually~~ kissing Guillermo, too..."

Triumph made a few encouraging grunts and squeaks in response, the last one lilting up in a question and Graham, despite himself, and feeling his face flood with red again, had to chuckle.

"Oh yeah," he informed Triumph confidently, "definitely a big fan. Kissing is great. I would definitely not be against doing more of it!"

Just maybe not when it was all because some enchanted mistletoe was insisting on it...and maybe when he was a little less confused about who he should or could be kissing, too.

[[ open stable is definitely open! ]]

pun_king

The rainier weather today sort of put a little bit of a damper (eh? eh??) on Graham's hopes for exploring more that day. Sure, sure, they could still explore, but having already taken one waterlogged journey when they'd arrived, he decided he didn't really want to deal with a wet Triumph all over again. So, instead, he went down to the stables to keep the old boy some company, making sure he had plenty of tasty food to munch on and a good, comfortable spot for sleeping, and then then was a lot of pets and brushing and telling Triumph all about his first week in between yawns still.

And when Triumph's coat was all as smooth and shiny as a gold coin, the two settled down, with Graham leaning his back against Triumph's soft side as he continued weaving stories for the creature, now able to use both his hands in his explanations, until, finally, comfortable as he was, exhausted as he was, and there in the comforting presence of his best friend in the entire world, he finally managed to actually fall asleep, lulled by Triumph's soft breathing and steady heart.

Overall, there were definitely worse places nap, and it would be such a nice (and long overdue) one that he'd wake up feeling very confident that Triumph had himself a good place to stay in these here stables!

[[ open stable is open and Graham is very disturbable! Work on a Sunday is always a crapshoot, though, so if I flake out, my soul has temporarily just left my body, that's all. ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina's own escape had been nowhere near as dramatic as Regina's. She didn't have access to most of her magic (and toy fireballs and round droplets of plastic water were not much use at all) without tools and time to prepare (she was making a note to herself, under all the screaming she wasn't doing, to fix that later) she was sort of… stuck.

And short of ripping a limb off and hoping it had a sharp metal bit in it to scratch a summoning circle in the floor of her prison cell, Nina hadn't had anything she could use, and no way to confirm that her stupid plastic body would actually have sharp edges if she ripped herself apart unless she actually went ahead and did so…

So, like, no. But the very fact she'd considered it said… well, a lot.

Nina had fallen back on her other strongest skill, when it came to getting out of situations: lying.

The kerfuffle with all the other toys—something about a break in? or a mass rebellion? she wasn't really sure, the details didn't filter very well down to other prisoners—and meant that her case was much, much more effective when she pled that she really was a Good Toy and that she'd been throwing a party, which is what only Good Toys did, and that Prompto had had the very best of intentions but that he'd been wrong, he'd taken happy exhaustion after a party for not happy enough--

And it took her a while, it really did, but when her transgressions were held up against the real traitors, why, it was like she wasn't a Bad Toy at all! They let her out, since she was obviously a Good Toy and, gushing her thanks, her praise for the Toymaker, and her total understanding for the whole mix-up, their warnings to make sure she avoided such confusing situations in the future because they would be watching…

Nina couldn't throw up or cry in her current form but, once she was far, far enough away from the Toybox, she collapsed against a building, shuddering until she was all shuddered out, and then, because she desperately did not want to be caught again, crept her way through town, making one of her priorities to find and get a pencil crayon so that she wasn't left without a way to summon things again, as she headed towards the dorms.

The dorms loomed in front of her, both reassuring and terrifying. She wanted to go in, check on Miss Dozy and Foomy, but she wasn't sure she dared. If she met Prompto again………………………

Nina picked her way around the outside of the dorms instead, skirting around the principal's tower, vaguely intent on the Preserve, but when she spotted the stables, she detoured there. No one else was there, just a few stuffed, toy horses pretending to eat their plastic hay, and that… that was just about the most relaxing thing she'd found.

Paranoia (though was it really, when they really were out to get them?) meant that she still made herself search every nook and cranny and…

"Like, what is this?????????????" she wondered, picking up the weird little nesting doll and turning it over in her hands. "What??????????????????"

There was an illustration of the dorms on the front leading to the Preserve on the back of the doll and that seemed...

Nina had been on the island for almost a year at this point. This was the sort of thing that, like, seemed important.

Hugging the nesting doll to herself, Nina peeked outside the stables. Important meant she was going to have to leave the relative safety of the stables and she didn't want to… but she was going to have to… but maybe, just maybe, she'd take stock here first, for a little bit longer…

[Open post, naturally! And this tag hasn't been used since 2012?!]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Making amends with Mrs. O'Leary had a been a long time coming and if you thought making amends with a hellhound was silly then clearly you've never hung out with a hellhound. They had both done things to antagonize each other that probably only Luke regretted and, while he wasn't sure if he'd actually ever be fond of the hellhound, she came with the whole dating Percy Jackson deal and Luke wasn't planning on letting that go anytime soon.

Luke carefully walked past Dany's dragons, trying not to disturb them too much as he made his way to where Mrs. O'Leary was kept. They were friendly the last time Luke saw them but they were also smaller back then. He'd rather not get his face messed up twice. That sentiment also went for the tank-sized hellhound who stood at attention and started growling when Luke approached.

"Shh, calm down. I'm not here to start a fight," Luke said, holding up a basket he had brought with him. "I brought you food, see? I want to be friends."

Yeah, Luke, that'll work.

[Both the hellhound and the dragons were modded with permission and the post is open, of course. Remember that if you're human Mrs. O'Leary will look like a normal-sized poodle to you!]

unburnt-queen.livejournal.com

Dany was at a loss as to how to rid herself of this nervous energy. It had gotten progressively worse as the week had gone on -- daydreams had been one thing, but at this point she was so distracted that nothing seemed to hold her interest long enough at all. Even her dreams had left her...restless.

She'd come outside, initially, to groom her silver in the hopes that it would prove enough occupation for her mind. Once the horse was groomed, though, she found herself braiding the mare's mane, and seeking out a blanket and her saddle.

Maybe a ride would prove helpful? Probably not.

[open to anyone who wants to catch her saddling up, with a hint of SP, but I couldn't resist. :)]

ancientbschamp.livejournal.com

Gabrielle had spent plenty of time in stables in her time. Crashing for the night, usually, although there were a number of ~~fanservicey hurt/comfort~~ incidents that involved recuperating from severe injuries (or, you know, dying of poison that one time), and the time in Britannia that -- no. Just no. Also there had been that one day in the town with the feuding families (and the rapiers -- who in the ancient world had swords that skinny?) that Xena had lived through over and over until she figured out how to stop the entire feud and save the star-crossed young lovers from the rival houses all with a single throw of her chakram, but Gabrielle only remembered living through it once.

Anyway.

Back to the point, spending a lot of time in stables was hardly new to her, though these days she did it to spend time with Baru. Faramir's horse seemed much more amenable to listening to her stories than Xena's horse Argo ever had, and since the horse seemed to be all she had left of her friend, she'd just tell Baru the stories she'd wanted to tell Faramir.

What was it with her and all the nice boys, anyway? That never, ever ended well . . .

Sigh. She'd be heading home for the break tomorrow, at least. That was a cheering prospect.

[OOC: Open . . . um, stables, open post! Girl's not super-hyper-happy, but she's not mopey either.]

sedlexduralex.livejournal.com

Jocelyn had started to come down to the stables once in a while to curl up on a bale of hay (prickly but it smelled like home) and study or read or just try to follow orders and get out of her room a little for things that didn't involve training.

Today she had a book, but she was distracted by the horses and wishing that her horses weren't all back in Idris on the family estate. One brown horse in particular had demanded her attention as he stuck his head out over the half door and whickered demandingly, hoping for a treat.

She laughed, moving to his stall and reaching out to let him snuffle at her hand. "I don't know, your owner might have you on a diet," she pointed out, smiling at the touch of his velvety muzzle. The horse gave her a Look of disgust. "Hey, don't blame me. But maybe I have a mint or something in my pocket."

Of course she did. No matter what she said about the importance of following horses' diets, she never came down to the stables without an apple or two or a pocketful of mints.

[OOC: Baru modded w/permission and open stables for sure.]

inaskinnyway.livejournal.com

After class, Susan went for a walk around the dorms. She was feeling more put off by her strange visitors than she would like. She often found herself looking for them, or listening for the sound of skeletal feet against the floor. She realized this was ridiculous. She could not possibly be looking for a raven and the Death of Rats. That would be silly.

These thoughts weren't improved when she found herself back at the stables, same as last night. Worse, she stopped there. She didn't know what exactly she was stopping for-

Something blew in her ear.

The white horse stood in the middle of the yard like a bad special effect. He was too bright. He glowed. He seemed like the only real thing in a world of pale shapes. He neighed softly and nuzzled Susan's hand.

You're Binky, she thought. I know you. I've ridden on you. You're... mine. I think. I remember the stable. So big you couldn't see the walls. And I was given a ride on you once. Someone held me so I wouldn't fall off. But you couldn't fall off this horse. Not if he didn't want you to.

He wore no saddle, but that didn't stop Susan from hauling herself up onto his back and taking him for a ride. He seemed to know exactly what to do, and then he found something to jump-

Susan didn't realize that once he did that, he didn't exactly touch ground again.

[Adapted from Soul Music. MEET BINKY. He'll be staying in the stables till tomorrow night. Post is totally open if you want to wtf at the floating horse and marvel at his awesomeness.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Westley had no idea where he was when he woke up. It was a spacious room, and as he quickly dressed in unfamiliar clothes and left, he realized he must be inside the castle. He'd never been inside before. Yes, the love of his life lived there, beautiful Princess Buttercup, but it was no place for a farm boy like himself. He supposed the only rational thing to do was to return to the stables and begin work this morning. After all, the sun had already risen, and Buttercup would want to take her morning ride shortly. Apparently the path from the castle to the stables was different from how he had always imagined it, but eventually he found the way. He set to work grooming the horses, eagerly anticipating Buttercup's arrival. [[open like an open thing!]]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

Faramir leaned his shoulder against the open gate of the stables, staring out into the ever lasting downpour. This place made him nervous and he wondered if it was his own unease that had Baru skittish these days or if it was the other way around. Their daily rides across the island had become shorter as Faramir did not bother to linger anywhere. It was foolish, perhaps, to let this weather get to him as much, but he could not help wishing the island would grow tired of this gloomy place already.

"I wonder if this is what it would feel like when the clouds of Mount Doom stretch out across the whole of Gondor," he mused aloud. Not that he expect more of an answer than the sound of Baru chewing on his oats. It was a silly thought as there came no rain from those ash clouds, but he could not shake the feeling that the two would be alike.

[Open stables are open.]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

Faramir would have preferred to have started his journey in the morning, but he had remained to attend his class today. He'd donned the Ranger's armour and had retrieved his bow, quiver and sword from the armoury. The saddlebags he settled across Baru's back were surprisingly heavy, filled with bottles of whiskey, chocolate and other gifts that Boromir would enjoy. Some useful, others pure for pleasure. There was one small box containing a fountain pen for his father, but Faramir did not know how it would be received.

He did not know how he would be received. The visit was unannounced and while he should wait for his father's summons, he needed to see the walls of Minas Tirith. Most memories of the past weekend had faded, but the feeling of dread which had grown in him since he had met Beren, did not. It was ever present and he wished to look upon his brother and his father. Perhaps then, the dreams of Númenor disappearing beneath a great wave would leave him be.

[Open as the boy prepares for his trip home.]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

Faramir had not attended the dance, but he had little regret as he had spent a pleasant evening in Maladicta's presence. Perhaps he was a little disappointed at the lack of dress or suit, but he was confident that he would get other opportunities to enjoy that particular view.

At least, if his father did not call him back to Gondor sooner. He was grooming Baru after his morning ride and considering how he would be spending the day. There were a pile of books waiting to be read, or he could find Maladicta, but then he did not wish her to grow tired of him.

"What say you?" he asked Baru who merely continued eating his apple.

[For one and one, because everyone's doing it, but the stables are open, of course.]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

The cold clung to Faramir as he returned with Baru to the warm dormitory stables. Despite the chill, he had spent most of his morning out, needing the air and chill to numb thoughts of Gondor. He knew there was nothing to be ashamed of, being homesick was normal but it was rather pointless as were any further thoughts along that line. Boromir would have laughed and hit him over the head before dragging him off for a ride over the Pelennor fields.

So Faramir had done the nearest thing he could accomplish here and his heart did feel lighter as he set to grooming Baru, singing of Númenor as he set to the task.

[Open, sure sure.]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

While it was getting colder outside as they seemed to be approaching Winter, Faramir found that the stables remained pleasantly warm. He'd found a comfortable spot in the hay inside Baru's stable. His notes and syllabus from his classes lay forgotten beside him as he'd turned to more pleasant literature. He was reading out loud to Baru while the horse chewed loudly on a carrot.

Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."

And he lay down in the grass and cried.

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

This book was a little strange, but the drawings were endearing if you asked him.

[Open stables are open. And yes, Faramir is reading Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry to his horse. IDK.]

deaths-demigod.livejournal.com

For once, the chill in the air wasn't Nico's fault. He didn't mind it so much, but he turned up the collar of his jacket to fit in with the rest of the world right before he walked into a shadow just off the boardwalk. Sure it was a quick trip on foot, but Nico liked shadow traveling and Mrs. O'Leary didn't mind his sudden appearance in her section of the stables.

Especially when he'd brought food to share. "How do feel about tacos?" Nico asked, holding up a steaming to-go bag he'd procured from El Burrito Loco. Mrs. O'Leary's whole back end wagged in anticipation as the demigod withdrew a shiny triangle from the bag and proceeded to unwrap it. "I won't tell Percy I gave you an extra dinner if you don't."

Yeah, because he needed to worry about Mrs. O'Leary talking. For the moment at least, the only thing Nico had to worry about was her drooling on his shoulder before he could toss the tacos toward her giant hellhound mouth. Turned out his collar had a secondary purpose - keeping the slobber at bay.

[Stable open! Note: Mrs O'Leary looks like a poodle to normal humans.
ETA: The Luke parts of the conversation are NFB por favor!]

Current Mood: hungry

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

The weather did not suit to spend the entire morning outside, so Faramir had settled himself on a stack of fresh hay in Baru's box. The horse did not seem to mind the company, and Faramir enjoy the quiet in the stables. It led to lesser distractions as he read through one of the books his brother had sent him. This one told the history of the Kin-strife and while Faramir already knew much of it, there were things in the book that he had not heard of before.

And yet, while the book was fascinating (at least to him), Faramir found himself humming to a tune he did not know. Neither were the words that came to him. "Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love. And you want me to go without. Well it's too late, tonight. To drag the past out into the light. We're one, but we're not the same. We get to. Carry each other. Carry each other."

It was rather depressing.

[Open as stables are. He really does not mind distractions, honestly.]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

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.]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

Despite Maladicta's suggestion to watch people meet their families, Faramir had ended up staying away. He knew that it was not simply a matter of giving others their privacy. Family was a strange thing and while he had come to like the island, he missed his family deeply, more so now that the matter seemed on everyone's minds.

Still, he would not sit around and mope. Like every morning, he had prepared Baru to go riding and now stood outside the stables, checking if the girth was secure.

[Mainly for the one who it is predictable to be here, even if Faramir doesn't know it yet. But open if you want to bump into them, either, someone entirely different. You know how this goes.]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

There were no disembodied hands in the stables today to help Faramir out with saddling Baru. If he were truly honest, Faramir would admit that he did prefer it this way.

"Will you be kind to Rudolf?" he asked the horse, and Baru nuzzled the pouch on Faramir's belt in response.

"Aye," Faramir laughed and patted Baru's neck. "For that you will be," he agreed and he took a handful of salt from the pouch, offering it to the horse as bribery.

[Open, sure.]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

After his visit to the library, Faramir decided both Baru and himself would be grateful to stretch their legs and go for a ride around the island. Mindful of the warnings he'd received about invasions, he'd donned his leather armour and had retrieved his sword from the weapon's locker. The weight was familiar and reassuring, but those were thoughts that seemed to more belong to Boromir than to himself. Perhaps he was thinking like his brother to compensate for his absence.

Baru was eager to see him and he led the horse outside to enjoy the sunlight. When he returned inside the stable to retrieve the saddle, Faramir found that the saddle was currently occupied. By a disembodied hand who seemed to be doing some sort of dance. His hand fel to the hilt of his sword and the hand stopped dancing.

"What are you?" he demanded, even if reason told him that a hand without a mouth could not speak. Still, the meaning was clear as the hand made itself small, shivering a little.

Faramir frowned and he wondered if this would be one of the harmless, but embarrassing invasions Bruce had warned him about. "If you do not threaten me, then I shall not harm thee," he told the hand.

It instantly perked up, jumped off the saddle and grabbed one of Baru's brushes, dashing towards the doors with it where it was hopping impatiently for Faramir to follow. How it kept its balance holding a brush that was bigger than himself, Faramir did not know.

"Perhaps I'm merely losing my mind," Faramir told himself quietly as he picked up the saddle and followed the hand.

[Open, of course.]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

With a few packs full of Arthur's things--and his own, of course--Merlin had only the animals left. Hopefully Owain would remember him enough to not attack. That owl was vicious, alright? Vicious.

He loaded the horses before texting to see if anyone was still around. Was it another one of those odd time differences? Oh god, was this years in the future?

What if people he knew were all old?

[Done spamming! Oooopen and if you think you got a text, you diiid.]]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

"Hi Pips hi!"

The horse, who was used to Mat being, well, normal, swished his tail and shied away.

"Awww, don't be like that," Mat said with a little frown, searching for a stool so he could put the saddle and bridle on.

After a bit of time, he led Pips out of the stables.

Being an enterprising five year old, Mat'd scrawled out a sign in blue crayon:

"PONIE RYDS! 1 KYSSSS EECH. (GYRLS ONLEE)"

Because kissing boys was icky, okay? But until he got customers, he was happy to ride his horse.

Pips might have a slightly different opinion.

Current Mood: energetic

brat_inslayage

Kennedy had never once in her entire freaking life seen a problem with her tendency to decide what she wanted and then go for it with all the stops out. It was a perfectly normal approach to life, right? Totally valid. So where was the problem here?

The problem wasn't that Birgitte happened to share her approach to things she wanted; the problem was that Birgitte wanted exactly the opposite of what her mom did: namely, taking Mat's horse Pips out and offering the other kids pony rides, and not even Kennedy's offer of taking her out to the shooting range for crossbow practice was about to dissuade her.

The details of the (very long and fairly heated) "discussion" weren't important, but suffice to say the end result was Kennedy leaning against a tree pinching at the bridge of her nose while Birgitte paraded around the grounds in front of the stables with Pips, looking every inch like she knew exactly what she was doing and had every right to do it. Because she did, obviously. Kid had mad skills in the getting-her-way department, Kennedy had to give her that. She'd be proud of that once the headache went away.

And maybe she'd just give her dad a call later, to say hi. Call it a sudden epiphany of empathy or something.

[[open for any kids who want "pony" rides! pips modded with permission from

bloody_luck, whose idea this was in the first place.]]

bitchprince

Arthur had not been looking forward to the idea of heading out in this weather, but he was a man of duty, and he did have... some concerns in regards to the health of the horses and the dog. He also wasn't sure how long their food would hold out.

Sure, he could've asked Merlin to do it, but... Yeah. They were his horses, and his dog, and if something did happen to them he'd take it rather personally.

(Which was not to say he had a soft spot for them or anything. No. None of that)

He wrestled open the door to the stables and shut it quickly, petting Bryn over the head as she came at him. Soon enough, he was by the horses, cradling the head of his own and checking for any signs of frostbite.

Thankfully, the stables were still relatively warm.

[[ open, sure ]]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Edmund was cold when he awoke. He was also human again and quite naked, which he realised only after a few bleary blinks. He was human again. "Aslan's mane," he sighed in relief and reached over to the dishevelled pile of clothes he'd thought to bring out here during the week for when he turned back.

He stood and started to dress, with one thing in mind after this: breakfast. Preferably eggs.

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had been somewhat irritated by her transformation, in a stunning change of pace. She was, however, grateful that she was once again somewhat attractive, and that she had located her set of simple male clothing, though it was a touch small on her. Because of course now she just had to be tall, didn't she?

In any case, she tried to approach Trenor as cautiously as she could, hoping that her smell stayed the same and he wouldn't be wary. If nothing else, she had apples, and he would never say no to those, even if from a stranger.

[open toooooo, yes.]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

If there was one benefit to having servants -- and Aravis, between her growing sense of independence and the reminders on her back, didn't really think there were many benefits at all -- it was having someone to groom the dog for her when she was busy with Trenor.

"Ata, really, must you roll in the hay like that?" she sighed, looking over at her dog as his head poked out of a small pile of hay, which was now clinging to his fur. She went back to grooming Trenor, who she fretted might be getting a little fat after being spoiled at home. She'd simply have to take him out more, to fix that.

[open stable is open!]

Current Mood: productive

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Merlin had stumbled across a dog training book somehow today. This meant he was trying to impart the wisdom in said book onto Bryn.

So far 'sit' only worked when he nearly fell over on her back half to force her down. But the dog treats were being eaten rather quickly.

"Bryn, no. Bad. Bad dog."

...it had been going on for some time with no success.

[[Open if you like, SP likely]]

bitchprince

So, there had been... talking, all around. This week.

And then there had been thinking.

Some would say that Arthur thinking quite like that would be a stellarly bad idea.

Either way, it led to him, in the stables, with a puppy and a few horses. And a manservant. "We need to talk," he said.

Arthur did not know the significance of that line in this time and culture, no.

[[ thread with Arthur locked to that guy, but open if anyone needs to use the stables for something else. the fact that they had a Conversation and Arthur passed out is FB; the rest is NFB ]]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Merlin was starting the very serious task of setting up the new puppy in one of the stalls. It was... meeting with mixed success.

It certainly seemed happy to be able to sniff everything, but kept making sad noises each time he disappeared in order to find more hay to place down for a bed.

"It's alright, Brynmor. I didn't leave."

Yes, he was talking to a dog. But... look at it!

[[Merlin is here specifically for one, but the stable is open for your needs]]

bitchprince

After a fruitless morning spent throwing himself repeatedly at the end of a road (and shouting things at it, and demanding things of it, which as it turned out wasn't very effective) Arthur finally gave up on that avenue of things and guided his horse back into the stable. If he hadn't been antsy before, he certainly was now.

He stared at the horse's flank for more minutes than he'd be comfortable admitting to. There had to be something he could do - there weren't any sorcerers left on the island he could even consider trusting (which wasn't really new) and there didn't seem to be any other way home. Or... wherever Merlin had gone.

Except... portals.

And willing very hard wasn't going to call one of them to life.

Not for the first time, he felt utterly helpless and useless in this place, but now there was no one around to as much as make a bid at chasing off the despair that was threatening to crowd the rest of him.

He didn't like it. He tousled his own hair with one frustrated gesture.

[[ stables are open, as is this post! ]]

fabulous-secret.livejournal.com

Everything was lovely today, walking with Spirit back to the stables, she couldn't help smiling and blushing at thoughts of Prom and earlier in the morning.

"You're in a rare mood, Adora," Spirit said, nudging her shoulder.

"I'm happy, Spirit. Things are going so well with Edward and everyone is safe for now." It was rare that she could say that and feel she wasn't about to jinx herself with a Horde attack.

"You do realize when you say things like that--"

"Yes, Spirit," she cut in with a laugh. "But I mean it. Nothing can ruin this happy day."

Poor Adora was still so new.

[Stables are open as ever, but mild SP is love]

Current Mood: cheerful

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had a horse. She knew there were several others who had horses, too -- she'd said good morning to those horses when she'd carefully gotten Trenor out -- but she felt hers was the best. Clearly.

So, Aravis, her pockets full of apples, was carefully walking Trenor around the yard, and had located a mounting block (plus there was a little bit of fencing she could climb up, if she needed) for later.

[ARAVIS WILL GIVE HORSIE RIDES. So, um, open. I go into heeeeeavy SP at 4 EST though.]

Current Mood: happy

fabulous-secret.livejournal.com

Over the last few weeks in Fandom, Adora had rarely been anyone's definition of the word glum. But today, as she moved about the stables taking care of everything Spirit might require, Adora was positively giddy.

Spirit was sort of horrified.

[Open like a stable thingy!]

Current Mood: pleased

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

When it became painfully clear that there were no servants to help him in caring for Arthur's horse, Merlin found himself down in the stables. Mucking out a stall.

Destiny owed him big for this.

"How does one horse produce that much?" He asked--well, he asked the horses there. Not that they could answer him, of course.

[[Open, of course!]]

not-that-gentle.livejournal.com

Susan, to be quite honest, was beginning to be rather sick of being equine. As, she assumed, would anyone in her position, after a week and a half.

So it was a welcome surprise when after falling asleep in a vacant, clean stall in the stables, she woke up her normal, human-shaped self.

"Oh, by the Lion, thank you," she breathed, when she opened her eyes and stretched her legs out.

The discovery of her lack of clothing was less pleasant, though she did hold back her shriek for the benefit of the only actual horse she'd encountered, who had seemed very sweet and didn't deserve to be spooked. She didn't think he'd mind if she borrowed one of his blankets to cover up, though, which was what she was going to do, thank you very much. It was hardly regal to go traipsing all over the place in nothing but a horse blanket, but she'd make do with what she had.

[for one, please, unless you have some special reason to be in the stables in the wee hours of the morning.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal followed Altra as he made his way unerringly through the thick fog to the stables. All sound was muffled, which was both disturbing and at the same time oddly peaceful, and Karal jumped when Trenor loomed soundlessly out of the gloom.

"Silly horse," he told him, scratching the horse's nose, and Trenor snorted. "Come along." Karal led him into the barn and turned on every light before getting Trenor his breakfast.

"I need you to be at your best this morning," he said quietly, leaning on the stall door. "You are to be both a distraction and a way of soothing someone." Trenor flicked his ears and kept eating.

Altra, after a studying them for a moment, left the barn to sit atop a fence post, watching through the fog for Jaina.

[ooc: Karal's thread with Jaina locked to them, but the stables are totally open to all.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

When Karal had left Andrew, he'd gone down to the stables and he'd been there ever since. Being with Trenor made him feel better, no matter what was happening, and he'd spent the day polishing tack and his horse until both gleamed.

As he leaned on the stall door, his realisation from earlier came back to him. "Altra, do you think you could go and find Aravis?"

:I don't want to leave you alone,: the 'cat protested.

"I'll be fine, Altra. Please? Trenor and I will hear anyone who comes by."

Grumbling, Altra went, Jumping out. Ten minutes later, he Jumped back. :She's on her way.:

Karal nodded and tacked Trenor up, before leading him out of his stall.

[ooc: just for the person that was fetched, please.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had been happy to get out of bed early so he could go and feed his horse. Well, happy apart from the fact that he had to get out of a warm bed, where Evey was curled up, and into air that was far colder than it had been the night before.

Altra had helped him find his warm clothes, and then they'd come down to the stables. While Trenor ate, Karal buckled him into his blanket, fumbling a little, but he eventually got it fastened.

His breakfast finished, Trenor snorted as he pranced around the yard, breath steaming slightly in the early morning chill. Karal leaned on the fence and watched, smile a touch sad as he came to a realisation.

Altra was perched on the fence next to him. :Are you sure?:

"Yes," Karal replied quietly. "I think it's the right thing to do."

[ooc: can be open, but will be SP as I go to bed shortly.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was sitting one the fence, watching Trenor graze, wandering right to the end of the leadrope. The horse had been groomed until he glistened, and his tack was sitting next to him on the fence.

Karal wanted to see if John could tack up properly before he let him ride Trenor.

[ooc: for John of the Hair]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The stables only had one occupant at the moment, and he was extremely cranky.

He was in his stall when he wanted be out in the yard, his person was too small to groom him properly, so his back was itchy and his mane was all tangled. His dinner hadn't been his proper dinner and he'd had it too early, and there was hay in his water.

And he might be feeling a bit guilty about dumping two kids in two days, even if he hadn't actually hurt anyone. Or maybe he just had gas.

It was hard to tell what, exactly, was causing the sour expression and the flattened ears.

The stables weren't locked, and there were lots of places to explore and things to play with besides the cranky horse.

[ooc: totally open post! Trenor won't bite anyone, but he is very cranky, so isn't likely to be at all friendly. Plus, there's a big hayloft and a tackroom to play in if anyone wants to go exploring.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

"You're too tall." Karal put his hands on his hips, looking up at Trenor, who was looking down at him with astonishment.

Trenor stretched his neck down to nuzzle Karal's hair, as if assuring himself it was, in fact, Karal, and snorted. His person was very, very small.

Karal giggled and pushed his nose away. "Trenor! That tickles!" he told the horse reproachfully. Trenor whuffled his hair again. "You're too big for me to get a saddle on by myself." And he wasn't supposed to ride the horses in the stable. His Da had said. But this was different. Trenor was his horse, and besides - he looked around guiltily - Da wasn't here.

With only a little bit of difficulty, he got the stall door open, the halter and lead hanging neatly over his shoulder. Trenor was too tall for him to get that on, either. "I can't reach," he said, frowning, and held the halter out.

With a deeply put upon sigh, Trenor shoved his nose into the halter, keeping his head low enough that Karal could reach up over his ears and buckle it on.

"Good boy." Karal patted his nose and clipped on the lead rope. "Now we're going to go outside, because you can't stand in your stall all day."

Trenor followed, keeping his head low so he could watch Karal, lifting each hoof very carefully so he didn't step on his now very small person. As Karal led him out of the stable, Trenor sighed again, looking longingly back at his stall.

It's possible he might have a bad feeling about this.

[ooc: just establishy]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Having no classes, Karal had spent the day working with Trenor. They'd finished, now, were just spending some time cooling down, when Trenor suddenly lifted his head, staring, every muscle tight and trembling.

"Easy, easy, Trenor, it's all right." Karal tried to soothe his horse, looking around to try and spot what had upset him. The only thing out of the ordinary was a slightly tacky statue at the edge of the preserve. "I did not know you were an art critic," he said lightly, trying to lead Trenor away.

The horse had turned into rock, hooves planted, refusing to budge. Karal just shook his head.

When, after several minutes, he still couldn't convince him to move, he reached up to cover both of the horse's eyes. It was only for a moment, because Trenor shook his hands off, but when Karal glanced back over his shoulder, the statue was gone.

Its absence meant Trenor was once more his old tractable self; Karal, however, was staring at the spot it had been.

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was spending his morning playing with Trenor. It wasn't as if he had a lot of options, what with the whole looking like a horse thing.

First they'd played 'I chase you around the stable', and then they'd played 'You chase me around the stable'. Now they were playing 'run around the stable as fast as you can, pretend to be scared of something, then run around it the other way'.

Both horses, no matter that one of them was actually a person and a priest, were obviously having a wonderful time.

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was having a good morning. He'd slept well, he'd said the morning prayers, he'd gone down to feed Trenor...

...who bolted across the the stable yard, dragging the lead through Karal's hand and knocking him on his rump.

As he picked himself up, he stared -- he'd never seen his horse rear before, not to his full height. "Trenor, Trenor, it's all right," he said soothingly, very cautiously approaching him.

When he caught the trailing end of the lead, Trenor lunged backwards, shaking his head, ears flat back against his neck. For one second, Karal thought he was going to strike out, but he kept hold of the lead, ready to dodge, and kept talking.

Finally, trembling, the horse dropped his head and walked forward to shove his nose against Karal's chest, just about knocking him over again.

"Glory, what's wrong with you?" He kept his voice low and reassuring. "Silly horse, there's nothing to hurt you here."

Trenor snorted and curved one ear forward, but didn't look at all convinced.

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

It was a very tipsy Karal who staggered down to the stables. He just wanted to make sure Trenor was all right.

Trenor, as it happened, was fine. Though his ears shot forward with astonishment at seeing his person so late at night. "You're a good horse, aren't you? You're the best horse. Gift from the Sunlord," he said, stroking Trenor's nose.

Good horse were words he knew, and he snorted, nudging Karal.

Who just about fell over. "Not nice," he protested, grabbing at the stall and Trenor's mane. "The stables are spinny."

Trenor sighed and hung his head over the stall door so Karal could pat him.

It was nice in the stables, and warm, and it reminded him of home. Between that and the alcohol, it wasn't long before he was curled up on a haybale next to Trenor's stall, fast asleep and snoring.

[ooc: just establishy.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Given the nasty weather, Karal had tied Trenor in the walkway of the stables instead of taking him outside. The horse was relaxed while Karal groomed him, the occasional ear twitch or content sigh the only clue that he wasn't asleep.

It might be cold outside, but it was warm in the stables, smelling of clean horse and clean hay, and Karal was humming under his breath, completely lost in what he was doing.

[ooc: for two in particular, but completely open.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal came wandering down to the stables to feed and groom Trenor, still yawning from the early start. As he puttered about doing stable chores, he realised how decent the morning was -- and how hyper Trenor was.

It really was the perfect time to go for a ride.

So, he cleaned the stall while Trenor ate, and drank a cup of tea while it settled, then tacked him up and the two headed out at a brisk trot.

They came galloping back (a terrible habit, but it wouldn't hurt, just this once) several hours later, and slid to a dramatic stop outside the stableyard.

They were both sweaty and tired, having covered the whole island twice over, but Karal laughed as he patted Trenor's neck. "Glory, that's a good way to start the day." Trenor snorted and pranced on the spot in equine agreement.

[ooc: open of course!]

comelyhonour.livejournal.com

The strange thing about having so much free time was that you started even missing chores that you always hated in the first place. Which was the reason Beauty was in the stables, cleaning out Greatheart's stall -- a chore she didn't hate, but there weren't any stumps that needed pulling or wood that needed chopping. Even though technically there was no need, since whomever looked after the place made sure the horse was always well cared for and his living space always clean.

Beauty might have been also singing very softly under her breath as well, as she worked. Although that she'd deny if you mentioned it.

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