Closed Welcome to my home pv Simon Kincaid

Clair had gotten up at 5:30 am and started chores, Izzy and Belle had gone inside and helped their mother with breakfast, while Clair finished up, she had mucked most the stalls and had fed most the animals but it would be meal time soon and she did not want to miss it, so at ten to six Clair made her way back to the house. She stepped inside and the smells of breakfast hit her, in the face.
Taking off her boots and came into the kitchen, her smell of barn and poop compacting the smell of the meal, Clair sat down and seen her mother frown, "Yes Mum, I'll go wash." She said leaving the table and washing up before coming back still in her messy cloths, Izzy Glared at Clair and Belle just laughed
"So Belle, I'm taking Simon out on a trail ride, which do you think he should do, English or western?"
She took a piece of Bacon and but it, "This the last batch? Or the natch before that? They needed more corn in their diet." She said putting the bacon down,
Misty came around the corner, "That is the last batch, I think the feed was the wrong kind, better get it sorted out before the next batch go." She said sitting down and buttering a crumpet,
Clair nodded, "Yeah, I gave them the old feed today, fatten 'em up some more, they are way to skinny, how old are they now?"
Belle looked at Simon and Clair kept talking with her mother about the Pigs,
"well they should be going soon right? Three weeks or so?"
Misty nodded "Yeah, about that i should think, I'll call Joe later today and see what he says."
With that Clair nodded and started to eat,
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@Simon Kincaid

Simon was glad he hadn't taken any more bacon from the table because his appetite was now gone. City boy or not, he knew this was life and most likely just common for all of them on the farm, but he didn't really think of it. Food came from a grocery store and that was that - in his young ignorant naive little mind.

Still, the little bit of bacon he did have was more than he usually did so he was fine for the day. The alternative that wasn't meat would have been the biscuits and anything made with flour and water was just an automatic no to him, whether it was bread or baked goods like pastries or cakes.

"Doesn't seem like it's going to be as cold today as yesterday," he said. "I checked the weather on my phone earlier." Hopefully not quite as sunny either. Maybe if he got a sunburn, Clair would understand but he wasn't really sure how her two sisters, and especially her muggle mother, would appreciate having a dhampir visiting their home. He had the paleness but other than that it wasn't super apparent - as he hadn't any use yet to demonstrate his increased strength or quick reflexes.

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Clair smiled when she seen Simon simply put his bacon down, by now Belle had decided and declared that it would be better for Simon to ride Western sense he had never ridden before.
Clair nodded, "Yeah I'm gonna go Western too, seems like a plan then! I have to finish the chores, still got the horses to do and some other things too, I'll be done by 7:30 so Simon be ready to meet me at the barn at 7:30." She said looking at him with a Grin, "I'm sure Izzy will gladly show you to the barn, right Izzy?"
That comment was returned with a grunt from Izzy, who was glaring at Clair.
"you have a phone Simon? That's cool, i don't have a need for a phone, but in the city... I guess you need one?" She got up and thanked Misty for the meal before slipping her boots on and looking back at Simon, "I think you seen the horse barn right? It was jus last the sheep barn, if Izzy refuses to show you, just go past the Sheep /goat barn." With that she stepped out of the house slamming the door and making Misty frown for slamming the door,
Clair poked her head back in "Sorry did not mean to slam the door!"
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@Simon Kincaid

Simon helped with the clean up and listened as Belle tried to tell him how Western riding went. Sounded like regular horse riding to him - at least from what he had seen from movies. Mrs. Fernandez of course tried to scurry him off, but he wouldn't have it and he helped at least dry some of the dishes and put them away.

With that done, he headed out to the barn, going past the ones he visited the other day and to the larger one. It seemed like so much work to keep up with all of the animals, he wondered how Clair had any time at all for books or anything really. It was a lot of work, but he knew that everyone relied on farmers and so he admired the dedication.

Simon glanced up at the sky. Things seemed a little iffy to him if she really wanted to make this into a four hour horse riding trip. Four hours was an awfully long time to be in the sun, even if covered by some clouds. "Four. Four hours?" he asked as he walked in and approached Clair. Maybe she was merely exaggerating. ...Not that Clair EVER did such a thing.. Nope. Never.

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Clair had gone into the barn and finished her chores, it was 7:30 on the dot when she pulled out Blaze, and Spark.
Simon would be riding Spark, poor Simon, if he feared heights he would fear Spark, but if he showed his fear the next four hours would be mostly Clair Ponying Spark and Simon.
When Simon appeared and aske did it was really four hours Clair smiled, "You bet! Four hours in the woods, we'll take the long path, it's very shady so the sun won't effect your skin."
She tied Spark up to the hitch post and then she disappeared only to return with a box of brushes, "Simon can you run into the tack room, where I just came out of, and get A bridle and Saddle, I'll brush Spark down, and you can tack her up'' Clair started to brush Spark and Blaze down, "So do you know anything about riding? How do you stop? How do you go? How do you turn?" She pulled a burr from Blaze's mane, "we can lung for a while in the ring, so you get a hang of riding, Spark is pretty good, just don't kick her ribs and she won't buck."
Clair picked up Blaze's hoof which was the size of a dinner plate and picked it out.
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@Simon Kincaid


Blaze and Spark are Black, Spark had a white snip and Blaze has a blaze, other wise they are all black

He followed directions best he could, going into the Tack Room because Clair described where and what it was. She wanted him to get a bridle and a saddle. Of course he knew what a saddle was, the boy had seen a western movie or two, and so he assumed correctly that the bridal part was the part that went around the horse's head. He grabbed the two and brought them back over to where Clair was, glancing up to the tall horse. "Sup," he said to it, bringing his hand out to slowly brush against above his nose.

"I know you put the saddle on a horse and then hoist yourself onto that. And uh, that's about it." No clue on how to begin, how to go faster, slower, turn, stop. None of that." But he was willing to learn. Simon took a moment to examine the black horse, as he hadn't really been this close to a horse before. He supposed it seemed bigger than the ones he had seen the Metropolitan Police ride but it could be because he had always been at a bit of a distance to them. Spark seemed nice enough, and something told Simon that Spark was looking forward to their ride.

"Might be good to give it a go around before we set off, just in case we have any issues. Rather iron those out here."

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Clair smirked when Simon brought out the saddles, each weight about thirty pounds, and the bridles were almost weightless, "Simon, we are riding western, that means we need western Bridles, those are English ones."
She took the Saddles one at a time and placed them on the ground, so that the horn (the piece that sticks out at the top) was at the bottom, then she took one saddle pad, which is like a blanket that goes under the saddle, and placed it on Blaze's back, "Ok Simon watch how I do this this is the girth, without it you would slide off and die." She smirked, It was a very low chance of death but she had mainly just been teasing Simon.
"And when you get the right bridles will you get a lung whip and a lung line too?"
She took the girth and looped it around rather fast, most likely too fast for Simon to see.
Once she had it on she nodded to Simon, in a way of telling him that he could go get the Lung Whip Lung Line and proper Bridles. "There should be little tap marks with the horses names, and their other bridles." She called.
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@Simon Kincaid
How to do up a western girth:

Clair mentioned things like a lung whip and a lung line and he just stood there, not moving back to the area he was in previously. "No offense, Clair, but I'm going to have to decline that. I think it's best if you get what's needed." Because surely if he did, it would be another trip or two back in. "I'll keep Blaze and Spark here company."

When Clair would look his way, Simon would present her with a wide smile. She probably knew this barn like the back of her hand and he knew not a thing when it came to it. Best she did all that stuff and he would help where he could.

"So where do you ride them?" he asked her curiously. "You said it was through some forest and such, is it all your land?" All that land was amazing to him. In London, space was a hot commodity and if people claimed to have gardens or yards, it truly was just the smallest bit of green space there was. Still, those that had it made the most of it and made them look pretty and offered a nice place to relax for awhile. Still, he had wondered if on his ride out to her farm from the train station if all the gardens and yards in London would have fit into the vast landscape that he passed.

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Clair shrugged, "Sure, I'll be right back" she went into the tack room and got the right bridle, a lunge whip and lunge line.
When she returned she handed Simon the bridle, "Wanna try with Spark? She is very good for getting tacked up, and I can help you if you need it"
She smiled, "We ride in a grass ring over there" she pointed to a place that looked like another field, it was fenced in, with a gate.
"yeah, Mum owns all the land, we have over 300 acres to farm, ride on and use for any thing we want."
As she talked she lifted each of Blaze and Sparks' Legs, lifting them in all directions, stretching them out, so the horses would be ready, "Have you ever done Yoga? Or any other kind of movements like yoga?" She lifted her hands and stood on one leg, forming the shape of a tree,
"if you have riding will be easier for you, because you've found your balance, when people Valt, they are riding a horse and doing ballet, but I won't make you do that!" She laughed.
"I'm not that mean!" She grinned "I'm only a little mean, just a tiny bit."
She put the bridle on Blaze and then put the Halter over top, and re-clipped him back, watching Simon, "Let me know if you need my help Simon."
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@Simon Kincaid

"We used to have to do yoga every day at my muggle school back in London." It had been part of their daily messages, whether they wanted to or not, and whether or not they took a physical elective class. "You might be surprised to know I'm quite flexible. I can even do a backflip," and he nodded at her.

Simon tried to watch what Clair was doing so he could follow her lead and he brought the one part of the bridle up to Spark's mouth and she got all her lovely horse slobber all over his hand. He glanced around for something to wipe it off on but really found no good alternative except for his jeans, so that's what he went for.

It was this sort of thing, the horse slobber, the cleaning out stalls, the animal smell, and the dusty barns which he could never turn from his 'city boy' ways. No, it just wasn't what he was accustomed to.

Once finished, or at least where he thought he was finished, he asked Clair to double check for him. "Three hundred acres sounds like a lot. I mean, I suppose I don't really know what an acre is. There's the children's story of Winnie the Pooh," and maybe she knew that since her family was muggles, even if the kids weren't, "and apparently he lives in the 100 Acre Wood. It was always large enough for Pooh and Rabbit and Owl and Kanga and Roo and even to discover some Heffalumps so...your place is three times that!"