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Full Name Beaudan Calder Morcant Nicknames Beau or Cal Name Pronunciation Bō-duhn Call-dur Mōr-cānt Name Meaning Handsome, rough waters ݁.⊹ ₊ ݁. 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ Gender Male Pronouns He/Him Sexuality* Bisexual Moral Alignment Chaotic Neutral ݁.⊹ ₊ ݁. 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ Temperament Beau has a magnetic charm and confidence, but there’s a streak of volatility just beneath his polished surface. While he’s generally calm and self-assured, he can be easily irritated if things don’t go his way. He expects high standards, both from himself and others, and has little patience for incompetence or delays. His mood can shift quickly, and when he’s displeased, his sarcasm becomes sharper, with a cool, cutting edge that hints at an underlying impatience.
Though he can be generous with close friends, he’s selective with his loyalty, often putting his own needs and ambitions first. His charm works in his favour, and he knows how to get what he wants without making it obvious. When he’s in a good mood, he’s funny, engaging, and even affectionate, but when he’s annoyed, he can be aloof, shutting down conversations with a dismissive smirk or a subtle eye roll.
He enjoys being admired and isn’t above subtly manipulating situations to ensure he remains at the center of attention. His humor often comes with a biting wit, and he isn’t afraid to tease or challenge people, sometimes pushing boundaries just to test reactions. Although he’s usually composed, a challenge to his authority or a perceived slight can trigger a surprising level of intensity, revealing a fiercely competitive side.
Beneath the charm, there’s a bit of self-centeredness that drives many of his actions. He’s accustomed to things going smoothly and quickly becomes frustrated when they don’t. While he’s capable of showing care and loyalty, it often has to be on his own terms..
Enneagram Type* The Enneagram Type 3, known as The Achiever, is driven by a deep desire to be successful, admired, and valuable in the eyes of others. Beau fits this very well. He is incredibly ambitious, adaptable, and a highly motivated individual who sets high goals and works tirelessly to reach them. He's known for his charismatic and charming attitude, able to present himself with confidence and adapt his image to fit various social settings. However, he can struggle with an over-reliance on external validation and definitely fears failure, as his self-worth is closely tied to their accomplishments and recognition from others. At his best, Beau tries to be an inspiring role model who encourages others to reach their full potential; at his worst, he risks losing his sense of identity, driven by a relentless pursuit of success at any cost. Appearance Beau stands at around 5'11" and has a physique that strikes the perfect balance between lean and athletic. His shoulders are broad enough to hint at a few seasons of tennis or rowing, but his frame lacks the bulk of someone who’s spent hours lifting weights. His torso is toned but not overly muscular, giving him a sleek, almost graceful appearance, as if he were built more for finesse than brute strength. He carries himself with an upright posture, a confidence that seems ingrained rather than forced. It’s the quiet confidence of someone who’s never had to question their place in the world.
His skin is fair, with a warm undertone that picks up a faint, golden tan in the summer months, likely from countless hours spent outdoors on golf courses or at beach resorts. His complexion is nearly flawless, smooth and clear, with just a hint of pink at his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, a detail that gives him a slight boyish charm. The occasional freckle dots the tops of his cheeks and shoulders, a subtle reminder of his time under the sun.
His hair is dark blond, almost honey-coloured, with natural highlights that catch the light. It falls in soft, relaxed waves that he styles meticulously but with an air of effortless ease. Every strand seems to be in place, swept back and to the side, but it’s not stiff; it has movement, like he’s just run his fingers through it. There’s a faint sheen to his hair, suggesting he takes good care of it, perhaps with an expensive, understated grooming routine.
His face is classically handsome, with a natural symmetry that would be the envy of most. His jawline is sharp and clean, tapering to a slightly pointed chin that adds to his youthful look. His cheekbones are high and defined, casting soft shadows that give his face depth. His nose is straight and well-proportioned, neither too large nor too small, with a slight upturn at the tip.
But it’s his eyes that draw the most attention—striking and intense, a mix of blue and green that seems to change depending on the light. They’re framed by lashes that are long and dark, adding a touch of drama to his gaze. His eyes have a slightly narrowed, thoughtful shape, as if he’s always analysing the world around him, taking in every detail. There’s an undeniable spark in them, a hint of playful mischief, as if he knows he has a charming effect on people and enjoys it without being cocky.
His mouth is full and expressive, with lips that naturally curl into a slight, confident smile. When he does flash a grin, it’s dazzling, revealing straight, white teeth that hint at years of precise care. His smile seems effortless, a practised look that conveys a sharp friendliness but holds a bit of reserve, like he’s carefully choosing who gets to see his warmer side.
His clothing is always immaculately chosen, but he wears it as if he hardly thought about it. A crisp, light blue Oxford shirt is his staple, always perfectly fitted and likely custom-tailored to skim his torso just right. The shirt’s sleeves are often rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong, lean forearms with a few faint veins running along them, hinting at his athleticism without overstating it. The shirt is always tucked into a pair of well-fitted tan chinos or slim khakis, ironed to perfection without a crease out of place.
Occasionally, he’ll add a thin silver ring on his right hand or a bracelet, something simple but tasteful, almost like a family heirloom or something he picked up during a trip abroad.
When it’s cool out, he layers with a soft, navy cashmere sweater, or sometimes a cable-knit pullover in a neutral shade, draped casually over his shoulders and tied loosely around his neck. These sweaters always look brand-new, well-kept, without a single loose thread or sign of wear. His footwear is similarly polished—usually a pair of clean, white leather sneakers or tan boat shoes that are always spotless, no matter where he goes. The soles are faintly worn, a sign that he’s walked miles, but they’re maintained with the care of someone who appreciates the finer things.
Even his scent seems thoughtfully chosen—a light citrus cologne with hints of bergamot and sandalwood, subtle but present, giving off a fresh, clean aroma that lingers just enough. It’s the kind of scent that complements his look without overwhelming, leaving an impression that’s cold and refined.
Everything about him feels effortless yet intentional, a look cultivated from years of privilege and comfort. In his demeanour, he has the poise and self-assurance of someone who’s always been admired, but there’s an intelligence in his eyes, a depth that hints at a curious mind behind his polished exterior.
Voice & Accent His voice is rich and smooth, with a warm, inviting baritone. He speaks in a controlled, melodic rhythm that’s both friendly and confident, with a light East Coast accent that hints at a privileged upbringing and refined schooling. His vowels are slightly rounded, and there’s a soft, subtle clipping of certain consonants, particularly “r” sounds, giving him a polished sound without being overly formal.
When he’s excited, his voice gains a relaxed, easy lilt, and his words flow a bit faster, showing a natural charm. His humour often carries a hint of dry wit, conveyed with a barely-there smirk and a playful glint in his eye. Strengths -Focused- -Persuasive- -Charismatic- -Ambitious- Weaknesses -Self-Centred- -Overly Competitive- -Emotionally Unavailable- -Critical- Fears/Phobias Fear of Being Ordinary Abandonment Nyctophobia Favourite Quote “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” — Ernest Hemingway Theme Song(s)* “Numb” “It’s My Life” “Feeling Good” Affiliations TBA Other He has chronic anxiety and depression, as well as severe migraines ݁.⊹ ₊ ݁. 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ |
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Name: Alexander Green Nickname: Alex or Xander Age: 18 Gender: Guy Personality: Alex can be pretty laid back, its almost annoying how laid back he is. He tends to come off as the type of guy who doesn’t take anything seriously who loves to critize other people. In reality, he’s constantly checking himself and making sure everything is as perfect as it can get from the way he walks to how his horse put a hoof down in practice treating it like its a international show that’s being broadcasted everywhere. Some would probably assume he has OCD from the way he critizes himself. If he does something that causes him to not get the results he wants, he quickly goes straight to blaming himself and figuring out where things went wrong (ex. If he lost, he’ll blame himself and give his horse pets and say it did a good job with a smile on his face while trying to figure out what went wrong) He can get pretty competitive to the point his friends don’t want to play uno or monopoly with him. Alex tends to be pretty rational yet a bit of a risk taker, especially when it comes to growth. The second he see’s or thinks of something that could help him improve or get better, he tries to attempt it. This has caused him to end up with a broken bone or two in the past. Alex can be pretty clumsy and spacey at times, which he’s aware of and never intends to be rude especially if someone is talking to him. He can be a bit of a tease but tends to take things a bit too far and not pick up on it till after he’s said it and the person is already hurt or offended. Appearance: Alex stands at about 6’2 with somewhat fair skin. Unfortunately for him, he burns pretty easy. He has fluffy looking brown curls on top of his head that go in front of his eyes just enough that it looks nice but doesn’t prevent him from seeing. He’s got storm grey eyes. Events: Dressage and Jumping Other: why are character appearances difficult sometimes… Name: Fallen Star Nickname: Star, Fallen, or Duckling (Alex mostly) Age: 9 years old Gender: Mare Breed: Paso Fino Personality: Fallen Star is a more relaxed horse who seems to enjoy the finer things in life. She enjoys routine and gets thrown off whenever things stray from her normal routine too much. She’s a sweet horse who always enjoys a good run in an open field, pasture, or paddock. She also enjoys a good competition and competition like environments and will show it with head tosses, stomping, and neighing. Appearance: Fallen Star is a beautiful palomino mare with dapples all along her build. Her mane and tail are blonde enough that it tends to have people think that it's duckling blonde (hence the nickname). She has warm amber colored eyes and a star shaped blaze on her forehead. Events: Dressage and Jumping Other: Favorite treats are carrots and sugar cubes.
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He sounds awesome! Definitely going to be interesting to watch the two clash! Do you want to start or would you prefer that I start?
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Full Name Beaudan Calder Morcant Nicknames Beau or Cal Name Pronunciation Bō-duhn Call-dur Mōr-cānt Name Meaning Handsome, rough waters ݁.⊹ ₊ ݁. 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ Gender Male Pronouns He/Him Sexuality* Bisexual Moral Alignment Chaotic Neutral ݁.⊹ ₊ ݁. 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ Temperament Beau has a magnetic charm and confidence, but there’s a streak of volatility just beneath his polished surface. While he’s generally calm and self-assured, he can be easily irritated if things don’t go his way. He expects high standards, both from himself and others, and has little patience for incompetence or delays. His mood can shift quickly, and when he’s displeased, his sarcasm becomes sharper, with a cool, cutting edge that hints at an underlying impatience.
Though he can be generous with close friends, he’s selective with his loyalty, often putting his own needs and ambitions first. His charm works in his favour, and he knows how to get what he wants without making it obvious. When he’s in a good mood, he’s funny, engaging, and even affectionate, but when he’s annoyed, he can be aloof, shutting down conversations with a dismissive smirk or a subtle eye roll.
He enjoys being admired and isn’t above subtly manipulating situations to ensure he remains at the center of attention. His humor often comes with a biting wit, and he isn’t afraid to tease or challenge people, sometimes pushing boundaries just to test reactions. Although he’s usually composed, a challenge to his authority or a perceived slight can trigger a surprising level of intensity, revealing a fiercely competitive side.
Beneath the charm, there’s a bit of self-centeredness that drives many of his actions. He’s accustomed to things going smoothly and quickly becomes frustrated when they don’t. While he’s capable of showing care and loyalty, it often has to be on his own terms..
Enneagram Type* The Enneagram Type 3, known as The Achiever, is driven by a deep desire to be successful, admired, and valuable in the eyes of others. Beau fits this very well. He is incredibly ambitious, adaptable, and a highly motivated individual who sets high goals and works tirelessly to reach them. He's known for his charismatic and charming attitude, able to present himself with confidence and adapt his image to fit various social settings. However, he can struggle with an over-reliance on external validation and definitely fears failure, as his self-worth is closely tied to their accomplishments and recognition from others. At his best, Beau tries to be an inspiring role model who encourages others to reach their full potential; at his worst, he risks losing his sense of identity, driven by a relentless pursuit of success at any cost. Appearance Beau stands at around 5'11" and has a physique that strikes the perfect balance between lean and athletic. His shoulders are broad enough to hint at a few seasons of tennis or rowing, but his frame lacks the bulk of someone who’s spent hours lifting weights. His torso is toned but not overly muscular, giving him a sleek, almost graceful appearance, as if he were built more for finesse than brute strength. He carries himself with an upright posture, a confidence that seems ingrained rather than forced. It’s the quiet confidence of someone who’s never had to question their place in the world.
His skin is fair, with a warm undertone that picks up a faint, golden tan in the summer months, likely from countless hours spent outdoors on golf courses or at beach resorts. His complexion is nearly flawless, smooth and clear, with just a hint of pink at his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, a detail that gives him a slight boyish charm. The occasional freckle dots the tops of his cheeks and shoulders, a subtle reminder of his time under the sun.
His hair is dark blond, almost honey-coloured, with natural highlights that catch the light. It falls in soft, relaxed waves that he styles meticulously but with an air of effortless ease. Every strand seems to be in place, swept back and to the side, but it’s not stiff; it has movement, like he’s just run his fingers through it. There’s a faint sheen to his hair, suggesting he takes good care of it, perhaps with an expensive, understated grooming routine.
His face is classically handsome, with a natural symmetry that would be the envy of most. His jawline is sharp and clean, tapering to a slightly pointed chin that adds to his youthful look. His cheekbones are high and defined, casting soft shadows that give his face depth. His nose is straight and well-proportioned, neither too large nor too small, with a slight upturn at the tip.
But it’s his eyes that draw the most attention—striking and intense, a mix of blue and green that seems to change depending on the light. They’re framed by lashes that are long and dark, adding a touch of drama to his gaze. His eyes have a slightly narrowed, thoughtful shape, as if he’s always analysing the world around him, taking in every detail. There’s an undeniable spark in them, a hint of playful mischief, as if he knows he has a charming effect on people and enjoys it without being cocky.
His mouth is full and expressive, with lips that naturally curl into a slight, confident smile. When he does flash a grin, it’s dazzling, revealing straight, white teeth that hint at years of precise care. His smile seems effortless, a practised look that conveys a sharp friendliness but holds a bit of reserve, like he’s carefully choosing who gets to see his warmer side.
His clothing is always immaculately chosen, but he wears it as if he hardly thought about it. A crisp, light blue Oxford shirt is his staple, always perfectly fitted and likely custom-tailored to skim his torso just right. The shirt’s sleeves are often rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong, lean forearms with a few faint veins running along them, hinting at his athleticism without overstating it. The shirt is always tucked into a pair of well-fitted tan chinos or slim khakis, ironed to perfection without a crease out of place.
Occasionally, he’ll add a thin silver ring on his right hand or a bracelet, something simple but tasteful, almost like a family heirloom or something he picked up during a trip abroad.
When it’s cool out, he layers with a soft, navy cashmere sweater, or sometimes a cable-knit pullover in a neutral shade, draped casually over his shoulders and tied loosely around his neck. These sweaters always look brand-new, well-kept, without a single loose thread or sign of wear. His footwear is similarly polished—usually a pair of clean, white leather sneakers or tan boat shoes that are always spotless, no matter where he goes. The soles are faintly worn, a sign that he’s walked miles, but they’re maintained with the care of someone who appreciates the finer things.
Even his scent seems thoughtfully chosen—a light citrus cologne with hints of bergamot and sandalwood, subtle but present, giving off a fresh, clean aroma that lingers just enough. It’s the kind of scent that complements his look without overwhelming, leaving an impression that’s cold and refined.
Everything about him feels effortless yet intentional, a look cultivated from years of privilege and comfort. In his demeanour, he has the poise and self-assurance of someone who’s always been admired, but there’s an intelligence in his eyes, a depth that hints at a curious mind behind his polished exterior.
Voice & Accent His voice is rich and smooth, with a warm, inviting baritone. He speaks in a controlled, melodic rhythm that’s both friendly and confident, with a light East Coast accent that hints at a privileged upbringing and refined schooling. His vowels are slightly rounded, and there’s a soft, subtle clipping of certain consonants, particularly “r” sounds, giving him a polished sound without being overly formal.
When he’s excited, his voice gains a relaxed, easy lilt, and his words flow a bit faster, showing a natural charm. His humour often carries a hint of dry wit, conveyed with a barely-there smirk and a playful glint in his eye. Strengths -Focused- -Persuasive- -Charismatic- -Ambitious- Weaknesses -Self-Centred- -Overly Competitive- -Emotionally Unavailable- -Critical- Fears/Phobias Fear of Being Ordinary Abandonment Nyctophobia Favourite Quote “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” — Ernest Hemingway Theme Song(s)* “Numb” “It’s My Life” “Feeling Good” Affiliations TBA Other He has chronic anxiety and depression, as well as severe migraines ݁.⊹ ₊ ݁. 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁
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Alexander walked up to the horse stall, carrying some boxes. One of the boxes looked like it came from a very recognizable horse equipment brand, which he walked with pride at the thought. When he reached Fallen Star’s stall, he put the boxes down and pulled out a carrot from his back pocket. “And here’s a carrot for my special duckling.” He said with a soft smile as the horse ate the carrot and he petted her star blaze. Alexander let her finish her carrot as he undid the boxes and pulled out her new, custom equipment. He slipped out a bridle from the box with the recognizable brand name slapped on the side of it. It was a beautiful black bridal with gold instead of the normal silver details along with some rhinestone details. When he pulled it out, he held it and admired the work done on it before spacing out a bit. When he snapped out of it, he smiled and whistled softly for Fallen Star to move up closer. When the horse saw the new bridal, she shook and tossed her head in excitement. Alexander chuckled a bit before calming her down so he could slip in onto her. When he slipped it on, he felt around the bridle to see if it was too tight or if any pieces of material were poking her or irritating her. He didn’t feel anything and in fact, it felt better made then any of the past bridals he had gotten her. He moved onto the next piece of equipment and went through the same method. He was satisfied with the quality of each piece by the end of it. He grabbed her reins and opened the stall door so she could leave. As they walked and left the building, he petted her nose with his free hand and told her the plan for the moment. “I noticed a wall was left up on my way in today. It gave me the idea to try to jump over two or just one with two water pits on both sides. It sounds crazy but I think we could do it. Then we can work on our dressage routine for the upcoming show. Sound good girl?” He asked the horse, probably looking crazy to the others who passed them. Fallen star just let out a content sounding neigh. When they reached the fenced in area, Alexander tied Fallen Star to the fence so he could grab the piece to make a warm up wall. They had jumped over one so many times, it became apart of there warm up when they were out. When he had the wal built up, he walked back over to where Fallen Star was tied up and undid it before pulling himself up on the saddle. He had her go around the area a couple times before the two went towards the wall. The two cleared it perfectly the first time. He patted Fallen Star’s neck before getting her lined up again for another practice jump over the wall. |
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Beau flicked on his blinker with a casual flick of his wrist, the low hum of his Jeep cutting through the early afternoon quiet as he turned up the long, tree-lined drive toward the barn. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, dappling the hood in golden patches like the universe was doing its best to flatter him. About time, honestly. He hadn’t exactly escaped...he never ran, that would be too dramatic, too uncivilized. He had, however, drifted away from the gravitational pull of his family’s endless expectations. There had been a luncheon he was supposed to attend, some fundraiser his mother cared deeply about, or pretended to. He’d smiled, made a vague comment about Tselovat’s feed regimen, and slipped the leash. Equestrian duties were considered noble. Meditative. A rare type of acceptable masculine grace. It was one of the few hobbies his parents respected without really understanding. He parked beside the barn and cut the engine, the silence that followed oddly satisfying. Stepping out, he slammed the door with just enough force to feel decisive, then stretched with the lazy elegance of someone who knew exactly how good he looked in a fitted, powder-blue quarter-zip and pressed cream-colored chinos. He wandered into the barn, hands in his pockets, and grabbed the well-worn halter from its hook, his usual one, because everything with Beau had a usual. Routine, but only on his own terms. If something was out of place, he would be one step from a coronary. He whistled as he strolled down to the pastures, the tune careless and bright, like someone who had no reason in the world to be in a rush. It was a good day. A *damn* good day. The kind of day that practically begged for a sailboat and sunglasses and a bottle of something cold. But alas, no coastal retreat today. Today was about the horse, his big, dramatic, snow-white Orlov Trotter that looked like it had galloped straight out of some tragic Russian poem, a bloodstained maiden over its back. Tselovat stood at the far end of the pasture, majestic and beautifully aware of it. The horse tossed his head when he saw Beau, nickering and walking over with an entitled air that was frankly frighteningly similar to his owner's. Beau couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his mouth as he slipped the halter over the gelding’s ears, murmuring a low string of praise and nonsense in the kind of tone people usually reserved for lovers or vintage convertibles. “You’re a show-off, you know that?” he said under his breath, scratching behind the gelding’s ear. “But you make me look good, so I guess we’ll allow it.” He led Tselovat out of the pasture, not toward the arena, but toward a grassy knoll just outside the front barn. Riding wasn’t on the agenda. Not today. The idea of saddling up felt too productive and too much work. He wasn’t here to train, he was here to breathe. The two were not the same, they were in fact very much mutually exclusive. Settling onto the grass beside the grazing horse, Beau leaned back against Tselovat’s warm side, letting his eyes slip half-closed as the gelding began to graze lazily at the clover. The sun was soft on his face, the breeze kissed the nape of his neck, and somewhere in the distance, the gentle rhythm of hooves and the low murmur of conversation floated through the air. This was peace in the purest form, in the most exclusive, well-groomed form possible. The scent of sun-warmed horse, freshly cut grass, and saddle oil surrounded him. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he ignored it. It was either his mother, who he didn't want to hear from, or BC, which could wait. He could go back to pretending he cared about committee chairs and speech prep tomorrow. Today, he was content to be absolutely no one. Just a boy with a too-fancy horse, and a very expensive problem with needing space. And for once, the world didn’t ask him to be more than that. |
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He had Fallen Star go over the wall a couple more times to warm up, before he slid off of her new saddle and led her over to the fence to tie her up. Once she was secured, he petted her neck and gave her some scratches behind her ears before he went to get the parts to build a second wall. It took him a while because of all the pieces but eventually he got it all set up. He stood by his work to admire it for a moment before turning around to get his horse. Once he undid her and slid back onto her saddle, he led her over to the two walls. He gave her some pets on her neck and some encouraging words before he had her move. “You got this duckling. It’s just a little harder than normal. If it doesn’t go well the first time, then we’ll stop and take a break for a bit before practicing the dressage routine.” He said softly to her and a smile on his face. The mare just tossed her head in excitement before stomping one hoof twice. He laughed a little before nudging her on until they were at a good speed. He had her go around the arena once, just to make sure that he wasn’t going to chicken out at a possibly dangerous moment. When they came back around and in front of the wall, he leaned forward and became more aware of his and the mare’s surroundings than normal. Next thing he knew, they were jumping over the two walls. When they landed on the other side, he looked back to see some bricks from the second on the ground. Alexander sighed and patted Fallen Star’s neck, making sure to let her know that she did a good job while he scolded himself for being a bit too ambitious. He slid off the saddle and took her reins on his hands before leading her over to an area with a white horse that seemed familiar to him. He tied her up briefly so he could remove her saddle and saddle pad before releasing her out there while he put away the wall pieces. He grabbed her reins and undid her before walking the mare over to the gate and releasing her into the area. After he closed the gate, he stood and watched her for a moment as she trotted and ran around, tossing her head high up into the air and overall being silly yet elegant about her manner. “If I didn’t know any better you could almost be a princess.” He said to the mare before chuckling softly to himself. The mare just neighed a response as if saying she already knew she was like royalty. He stayed a little longer to see her go over to the other horse, her nose disappearing behind it. He looked at her confused before climbing and jumping over the fence to see what she found. “What did you find- oh.” Alexander said as he approached the horse and noticed who it was. The breeze picked up a bit, causing his hair to lift out of his eyes, the mare’s mane and tail to blow in the breeze and her new bridle to jingle softly. An easy going smile appeared on Alexander’s face before he said something. “This is a surprise. I thought your family had something today that you were supposed to be at. The same thing you’ve been hinting at for the past week.” The palomino mare nudged his shoulder with her nose a little, asking for some pets. He reached his hand closest to her and gave her pets on her nose and forehead. “So how are you?” |
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Beau had been completely content in his little patch of quiet. The sun was warm, the air smelled like grass and hay, and Tselovat was busy mowing down a patch of clover like he paid rent on it. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, enough to feel like he’d finally stepped out of the chokehold of responsibility for a second. So when a voice cut through that peace, sharp and unexpected, he didn’t exactly welcome it. He didn’t even look up at first. Just stayed slouched against the barn wall, legs stretched out in front of him, the corner of his phone glowing in his lap. The half-drafted text on the screen flickered, then disappeared as he clicked it off with a quiet sigh. Whoever it was could wait. Eventually, he glanced up, eyes narrowing slightly. It took him a second to even place the guy. He wasn’t one of the usual people Beau talked to. Not that he really made a habit of talking to people here. The barn wasn’t for socializing. It was for escaping. For pretending he didn’t have a million things breathing down his neck at home. “I’m not skipping anything,” he said, voice smooth but a little sharp around the edges. “They were already wrapping up when I left.” His attention slid over to the guy’s mare, now edging a little too close to Tselovat for his liking. Beau stood up without another word, gave a short whistle, and watched his gelding wander over like a well-trained dog. He ran a hand through the horse’s thick white mane, grounding himself in the familiar motion, not saying anything for a few more beats. He could’ve just answered the rest of the question. But instead, he let the silence stretch on, long enough to make it just slightly uncomfortable. On purpose. Finally, he leaned back against Tselovat’s side, chin tipped up a little. “I’m fine. The weather’s nice,” he said, sticking to safe territory. “Would’ve been better for sailing, honestly. Not too windy yet.” He paused again, watching the breeze ruffle the edge of the pasture. His tone was light, but distant, like he was already thinking about being somewhere else. “Heard it’s supposed to get hot later this week. I’ll probably ask one of the stablehands to keep an eye on Selo. Make sure he’s staying cool.” He brushed a bit of hay off his shirt like it personally offended him, then glanced back toward the other boy, head tilted. “Anyway. Was there something you actually needed?" There was a faint smile on his face now, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. Tselovat still lingered next to him, and Beau murmured something to him under his breath. Another not-so-perk of having a Russian horse: he only listened to Russian commands. |
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Alexander shrugged off the original question he had asked like it was nothing. “I’ll just have to take your word for it.” The smile that was on his face changed to one that seemed almost lazy at this point. When he heard the whistle, he caught sight of the white horse moving towards the boy in front of him. He thought he noticed the white horse by the mare next to him. “Maybe this guy doesn’t like the idea of his horse being by others?” Alexander thought to himself before mentally shrugging it off. It wasn’t his concern as to why the guy in front of him moved his horse over to him. “It is pretty nice out at the moment. I guess if sailing's your forte.” He moved back slightly so he could pet Fallen Star’s neck. There was something about this interaction to him that felt awkward, almost like he was something intruding on sacred grounds and vandalizing it. He took a deep breath and kept petting the mare before he spoke up again. “I saw that on the weather earlier. It’s why I’m going to start some practice in…” his voice trailed off as he looked down at the watch on his wrist, thinking about how long it would take to put the walls away after this conversation. “About thirty minutes. I don’t want Star to get sick before a dressage competition coming up soon. Can’t a guy go up to someone and talk to them without needing something?” He asked the last question with a curious tone that had an undertone that would have told anyone he was teasing just a bit. “Seriously though, I was just seeing what Star found before I went to put the walls away. Saw you there and thought it would be weird to see who it was and not say something.” He shrugged before patting the palomino’s shoulder, letting her know that she could go. The palomino turned around and trotted off before breaking into a run. “Well I should get going. Those walls aren’t going to put themselves away.” Alexander said before turning to leave. “It was nice talking to you.” He said over his shoulder as he left. He waved as if to say bye as he made his way to a fence to leave. When Alexander got back to where he and Fallen Star were earlier, he started taking down the walls. He had left the gate leading into the area open so it would be easier to carry things in and out. He grabbed a couple of the bricks and carried them out, keeping up that rhythm until only the parts that kept the bricks straight were left. He wiped some sweat off his forehead and decided to take a quick water break. He closed the gate before making his way towards the barn and went towards Fallen Star’s stall where he normally kept a water bottle. When he found the water bottle behind one of the boxes he forgot, he grabbed it and took a drink before going over to a stack of hay and sitting down on it to give his back and legs a break. The air in that area felt still compared to outside and a bit more stale. After a minute or two, he went to put his water bottle back before heading back to the poles for the walls. He picked one up and grabbed another one, finding it fairly lighter than he expected. “It’s always light. At this point you should know this.” His brain hissed at him, the only sign of him criticizing himself being the sigh that followed after it. When he got all four poles put away he made his way back over to where he left Fallen Star. He watched from the fence as she trotted around with her head held high before she dipped her head down to munch on a patch of grass that must have looked particularly good to her. He stayed there for a moment longer before traveling down to her saddle on the fence. He noticed a bug sitting on the new saddle and flicked it off before cupping his hands around his mouth and letting out a sharp whistle to call the mare over. The mare’s head shot up as she heard the whistle, scanning the area before seeing him and running over. When she got close enough, she slowed down into a trot and let out an excited neigh as she approached. “Come on duckling. We’ve got some practice to do before it starts getting hot.” He said to her with a smile on his face. She came up to him and started flicking the hair in front of his face up with her nose, almost like she was expecting a treat or something. He just laughed a little before reaching his hand up to pet her forehead, in an attempt to calm her down enough that he would be able to put her saddle back on. “Ok girl. I need you to calm down so we can go practice and after that I’ll get you a carrot. Maybe we’ll go for a ride after that.” He said to her as he tried to calm her down. She started to settle down enough after that he could tie her up and hop over the fence to put her things back on. When he was on the same side as her, Alexander grabbed her saddle pad and placed it on her back before grabbing her saddle off the fence and placing it on her back. He adjusted it a bit before buckling it up and undoing her reins. Alexander grabbed the reins and led her out before sliding onto her saddle and stirring her towards the empty area they were in earlier. The mare walked with her head held high like she was proud of herself and knew she was worth every pretty little dime that was spent on her. Even her occasional head shake seemed to say the same thing somehow. Alexander smiled as he watched the mare below him, glad that she could at least sense just how much he loved her and everything he would do to spoil her. He closed his eyes as they walked, feeling the gentle breeze wash over him and enjoying the moment before he had to focus on the demanding expectations that dressage had. He always tried to hold the two of them up to those expectations when they practiced routines so then they would be used to the pressure it could cause and they wouldn’t get lazy about fixable things before competitions. As they made their way over he started thinking of things that they could do this week that could be fun to pass the time. “We could go on a trail ride or I could figure out something like a sprinkler for you. Maybe go to that hill with the giant tree and you can run around and I can read a book or something.” He thought out loud to himself. He could have spent time with his family but his parents were hardly around since he turned 18. They were probably in Italy this week for all he knew or cared. His friends from school were annoying but slightly tolerable. He was only friends with them because his parents were friends with their parents or his parents found out about who their parents were and just wanted connections to their parents, for the most part. When they reached the fenced in area, he stopped Fallen Star and jumped off with her reins in hand so he could open the gate. Once the gate was open, he walked in with Fallen Star next to him before he closed the gate again and slid back into the saddle. (Longer response then before. Hopefully there's more for you to work with this time.) |
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