by Nayt on Tue May 04, 2010 5:44 pm
"Hm? Oh, sure," Akizets chimed contently.
When Eld left, he left Akizets alone with Em and Maya. Maya awkwardly shuffled; she hadn't the slightest clue was to say around her friends sometimes, let alone people she barely even knew. Em, on the other hand, had a million and one things to say, but didn't know which would be best and most adequately politically correct. She kind of wanted to chastise Akizets for being so trusting, and explain a bit that Sarah was extremely competitive and probably planned on embarrassing the girl as much as humanly possible. But Em gave no such warning. The way she figured it, everyone needed to learn to stop being so damn naive eventually--and it was best to learn from experience.
Em had a different question to ask. "So . . . Akizetsumei, is it?"
"Mhmm," Akizets nodded cheerily.
Though she hadn't even introduced herself yet, Em began: "May I ask you a personal question?"
Akizets turned her head to the side. It was clear that she didn't know what to think of that. Whatever the case, she apparently didn't think too much of it, as she responded almost exactly how Em wanted her to. Without straightening her next posture, she replied quizzically, "Ummmm . . . sure?"
"Is your brother a dick to you, too?"
Sarah was at the stables still, preparing two horses--one for herself and the other for Akizetsumei. She, unlike Akizets, was not in any sort of riding gear; she was much more comfortable with riding a horse and knew these particular horses just as well as she knew her own friends and family. She knew how to keep them calm and collected, and especially knew how to keep herself on a horse even when it was bucking and upset. Akizets, on the other hand, didn't come equipped with that sort of information. She needed equipment just as bad as she needed a docile horse.
By the time Eld arrived at the stables, Sarah was leading two horses out by the reigns. One seemed to be in decent shape--a bit of an elder, but not so much that he was going to break stride all that much. The other was lower to the ground and older than that, one of the oldest horses on the property. He was a tried-and-true work-horse, though, and even if he probably had only a few years life in him, he could still carry himself some weight. He just didn't have it in him to carry weight with all the speed that he could in youth. He was stable, but slowed with age. Stubborn as all hell, though--and known for it, too. Older stallions had a habit of that.