11 Mar 2024, 20:59
Where the Wild Things Are
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⋖ 29/Dec/2023 @ midday | OUTFIT | ENGLISH [#715380] | FRENCH [#b654a9] ⋗
INTERACTIONS @Pericles Dralt, @Piérre Marchonné | MENTIONING n/a
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"That would be correct, yes," Evelynn nodded, affirming the Greek connection. "Although I was not aware of the lore surrounding her namesake when I chose it." She shrugged a brow. "I might have selected a different one in hindsight. Fortunately, it was only the name, and not the disposition, of the goddess that she inherited."
At the sharing of the stallion's name, she flicked her attention to the creature again with a thoughtful, "hm." She studied him quietly for a moment before commenting, "well, hopefully this Dullahan keeps his head about him amidst the mares," subtly referencing the headless folklore from which that name derived. Lips had parted again as though to continue a train of thought, but closed again. Instead, Evelynn simply dipped her head in a polite nod as Pericles moved to join the rest in tacking up his steed.
Continuing to stand sentinel where Cassie grazed, Evelynn drifted towards her old habit of studying those around her. She watched as Pierre was assisted from his precarious mishap of a position by Baird, a younger girl, and the older witch and the swift care Tamasa had provided him, passively noting the absence of a wand in doing so--little wonder, then, where Dralt had acquired his aptitude for spellcasting. She looked on as the younger students saddled their horses and climbed into their seats, some looking a bit more at ease than others. Moment's later, Dralt approached those same girls, handing them each a bag, and Evelynn's gaze followed as the seemingly more withdrawn of the two made her rounds to pass out what appeared to be binoculars.
When Pericles brought Evelynn a pair of binoculars, she politely declined, raising an open hand. As it would happen, she already had one, and touched her fingers gently to the saddlebag to indicate as much. Where Evelynn went, so too did her omnioculars. In fact, there were quite a few tools and comforts stashed away in the seemingly innocuous bag strapped to her saddle. If there was one thing that she particularly appreciated about the wizarding world, it was the ability to conveniently and covertly carry all of her worldly possessions with her wherever she went. It made preparing for the unknown much easier.
While final preparations began to wrap up, Evelynn collected her reins, adjusted her seat, gave a little squeeze for Cassiopeia to push off, keeping her to a relaxed long-strided walk. As much as being up in a saddle urged Evelynn to put in a bit of groundwork, they were neither geared for it, nor in an arena. Today would be a day of serenity, or as much of it as the day would allow, anyway. The pair would take up the rear of the group. Had they been in familiar territory, more than likely, Evelynn would have lead the pack. Cassiopeia wasn't a trail horse. She had no need for the reassurance of a tail in front of her to follow. She had the head and steady temperament to carve the path and face the unknown. Plus, she could, at times when there was energy in excess in need of dispensing, get a little restless if forced to match the pace of slower horse.
It wasn't long before Pericles returned astride Dullahan, falling into step nearby. Cassiopeia turned her head to regard the stallion, ears perked in his direction. Had she been allowed, she might have come to a stop to try to greet him properly nose to nose for proper introduction. Evelynn kept her largely in check, however, as she would have during eventing preparations, and so Cassie paid him little mind except to swivel her ear towards him or, rarely, pin them just briefly back if she picked up on something she didn't like. So long as Dullahan was a gentleman, however, he would be permitted to keep pace next to her without any untoward marish behaviour.
"I was not aware that you held an interest in equestrianism," Evelynn commented conversationally towards @Pericles Dralt as though their earlier interaction had not been interrupted. "Do you ride frequently?"
She kept her gaze on her surroundings, shifting between monitoring the subtle behavioural cues of Cassiopeia and the other horses and environment. At the arrival of the sheep and goats, she allowed a longer rein. Cassiopeia, having never interacted so closely with such creatures, was fascinated. She arced her neck and dropped her head, nostrils flaring as she sniffed them out. A time or two, she stopped, deferring to any that crossed her path. Evelynn would have to nudge her forward, reassuring that they would move out of her way.
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STA | 10 STR | 2 EVA | 15 WIS | 15 ARC | 10 ACC | 12
keen eye fearless impartial wandmaker
12 Mar 2024, 15:53
Where the Wild Things Are
Though not everyone knew each other, it certainly seemed like they did. The atmosphere was warm and homely, and though some students seemed to want to keep more of an emotional distance or were a little more formal, Mahlioz still felt rather... alright. That had changed, since a while ago. Even surrounded by people she didn't know. Even as other people were having conversations and she was just on her own (which, to be honest, she really did not mind). Even after all the things that were going on at home. She could let herself go for a couple of hours.
Time: Midday
Thoughts
Ironic, since that older boy's pony seemed so intent on letting him go. Or at least, fall over and hang upside down. Mahlioz was immensely grateful to Pericles' grandmother for telling her what to do, as it would have been rather sad just to stand around and watch others do the work just because she didn't know how to help. As it turned out, the four of them managed to get the boy out without too much trouble. Though Mahlioz wondered what else this quite grumpy-looking pony had in store for the group.
As she made her way back to her own mount (which had thankfully not moved too much, but was looking grumpy itself that they were still here), a couple of girls handed her some binoculars and a bag that contained a bunch of animal treats. Then the Slytherin held onto the horn and cantle, put her foot in the stirrup once more and got astride her pony. It was not her first time mounting one, but that did not mean she was exactly adept, and it took a few tries before she was on and comfortable.
After some more instructions, this time on how to actually steer their horses, the group was off. Mahlioz's nervousness had come back in the form of worry that she wouldn't be able to guide her pony properly, but it quickly dissipated as she realized it really wasn't all that hard (and that the pony was eager to give her a hand - or a hoof, she guessed).
And that was before the other animals came along. Sheep and goats and rams; any thought of messing up was completely forgotten in view of these adorable fluffballs. Mahlioz couldn't help but give a few of them some treats. They had only gotten started, yet the second year couldn't have been more excited.
Mahlioz has chosen a Kerry Bog Pony with a Feisty temperament and Hardy condition
17 Mar 2024, 01:32
Where the Wild Things Are
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Calming Presence in Effect: All Participants (Including Horses) Affected
Beast Master in Effect: In Whatever Caliber it May Assist
"Hi! Hello! Do you want me to--Oh!" Piérre grinned at Peri's grandmother before the work needed to free him from his little circumstance resolved itself quite quickly indeed. Even when Peri tried to come over to help Piérre just gave him a thumbs-up--or maybe it was more like a thumbs-down from the perspective of the monochrome boy--along with a nervous smile. "I'm all gucci, Pears, donworry I'm fine, probably?" He would promptly be freed from the saddle as was apt in the way of comedic timing and helped softly down because of the slowing charm.
After righting himself, the boy shook his head to shake some hay out of his hair and then ran his fingers through the tangled and unhelpable strands. They were not brushed--as they usually were--and all that this little grooming did was simply cause a few of the former cowlicks to lay down and cause new cowlicks to suddenly stick up in the most random places. The goose egg was gone too, thanks to the help of magic, and Piérre offered up a gracious "Thank you." To everyone who had helped to pitch in to his unfortunate cause. With a wavering smile, he tried to help in whatever way he could to re-saddle Pookah. "You know... two can play at this game, buddy. Or should I say... Pookah." The Jester's eyes gleamed. "I'm not letting you live that name down. Uh-huh. I know your name now. You better be worried, I get the distinct feeling I'm going to have to use it frequently."
What a name that was... Piérre wondered what it meant--names having meanings and all...
After being given the things he would need for a successful nature walk, Piérre found himself most naturally at the back of the herd's pod. Well, that much would be obvious, Pookah seemed to like causing trouble, just like him. This was a match made in Hell indeed, but Piérre was willing to bet that it was more of a torment to the beer-bellied pony as opposed to the rubber boy himself. He'd been through worse, after all, had dealt with much more nasty critters than a domestic horse... this was going to be--in the long run--a cakewalk.
The instructions to guide the horses was straightforward. Left to left, right to right, pull back to stop, and tap on the flanks to speed up. ....buuuuuuuuuuut Piérre was fairly certain that Pookah would need a bit more... encouragement than that if his experiences up to now would continue to occur moving forward. Still, the Britalian was willing to give the nervous pony the benefit of the doubt, which was something the critter should quite honestly be quite thankful for all things considered; Piérre's reputation for simply jumping in or making a decision or judgement too quickly was something that he was notorious for at this point, and his emotional and mental stability as of late was... unremarkable at best and downright disastrous at worst.
At the gate, Pookah, as the boy had expected by this point, stopped dead in his tracks. Piérre leaned forward to the pony's ears and began to whisper lightly, holding the reigns close so that the horse could toss its head but not find itself able to escape from his words. "Look, Pookah. I don't ask for much. I just ask for a nice time for both of us, for you to work off your pot-belly because I can see you are very out of shape, and for me to be able to go out and see the nice outdoors with you for your benefit. Look, all your friends--and my friends for that matter--are leaving you behind, and where does that leave you? Sad, miserable, alone, probably growing old and grey in your stable and leading quite an awful life without someone to share it with while you rot in your own smelly stall. When was the last time you felt the wind in your mane? The sun on your back being cooled when you're running? Splashing through a creek? What happened to your foalhood? Hmmm?"
Piérre raised his brows, continuing his lean forward and tightening his grip on the cheek-straps of the bridle ever so slightly. "If I were allowed to take you bareback, if I have to break you in for the second time in your life, I will. But I get the feeling you'd rather amble along at the minimum, as opposed to trying to buck me off while I'm whooping and yelling in glee at your sudden expression of vivacity--even that being a much better showing than what you're giving me right now. Because no matter what you do, I'm going to have fun; so we can work together and we can both have a nice time or you can resist and we can do what I want to do, because I promise you, we will be doing this my way at the end of this regardless of what shenanigans you try to pull off in the meanwhile."
The Jester waited a moment, letting his words sink in before he spoke again. "... got it?" His brows furrowed but his vocal timbre never darkened, remaining light and singsong the entire time. Never mind the fact that he may have injected a bit of his personal feelings on the matters of friendship and ending up alone in the matter... but regardless of if he had injected his personal feelings or not, it did not change the fact that it was still altogether true when the psychology came down to it. This horse had more friends than Piérre did, probably... or at least friends that he constantly interacted with compared to Piérre who was flighty and struggled to stay in contact with even those that tolerated his madness of action and word.
His little soapbox complete, Piérre lightly squeezed the pony's flanks and then tapped them in a light kick for emphasis as they were starting to fall behind from the rest of the herd (still leaning forward like a jockey and slightly increasing his grip in case the horse decided to break out in a full run, because truthfully Piérre was fully expecting such an action due to the mingled stubborn yet sassy nature of humans and animals alike), expecting Pookah to at least have taken the words to heart and to humor the boy's wishes. If he didn't... a larger soapbox was incoming, and Piérre was hoping for Pookah's sake that he wouldn't have to engage it. It wasn't that Piérre's patience was running thin--Piérre had all the patience in the world--no, it was the fact that he knew when a stubborn ear needed a hard talking to, and he was ready to engage in those hard talking-to activities if this personality issue persisted, with increasing intensity if needed.
Action: Trying to get Pookah to Keep Up
If Pookah does not Keep Up, Piérre will Dismount and give him a 'Harsh' Talking To ;]
Periclatsu Decided: Kerry Bog Pony with a Flighty Temperament & Barn-Soured Condition
Statistics: Stamina 7 | Strength 5 | Evasion 18 | Wisdom 12 | Accuracy 16 | ArcPower 5
Abilities:
Keen Eye | Calming Presence | Beast Master [Cat] | Cat's Grace | Animagus [Hummingbird]
Items:
Light Winter Coat | Soda | [Sharpened] Locksmith's Knife | [Red] Deck of 52 Playing Cards
@Logan Baird, @Mahlioz Evethisawe, @Sage Lilly, @Lindsey Springhall,
@Avery McCall, @Evelynn Decipio & @Pericles Dralt
@Avery McCall, @Evelynn Decipio & @Pericles Dralt
Jesters do oft prove prophets. 𓀚
I am the brother account to Romeo Marchonné & Zyva Hel Fae Skógrwight
17 Mar 2024, 07:29
Where the Wild Things Are
To much of Lindsey’s surprise her somewhat totally un-expert-like suggestion was adopted by Pericles’ grandmother, when the witch signalled her to join and lend a hand. And so Lindsey forwarded herself and rescued the Gryffindor out from the dilemma along with Logan and another she wasn’t very acquainted with, before again steadying on her own particular horse. Lindsey felt its warmth under her, the vibrant spirit bouncing in its veins under its smooth skin, with a great deal of anticipation overwhelming her heart. She smiled gratefully at the girl who helped hand out binoculars, supposedly used later on to spot animals existing further away, and the boy who gave out pet treats, while stressing “Thank you.” to both of them - and Pericles, of course, it was really thoughtful of him to have prepared all these things.basically interacting with everybody around
Releasing the reins, Lindsey spare her hands and hung the binoculars on her neck. She was a bit hesitant about the pet treats though, unsure of where to situate them - and finally she imitated others who attached them to the sides of their saddle. She quickly finished tying the small bag, held the reins again, and gently pressed it to signal her horse about their starting out. It wasn’t a difficult hard at all, no need to spur and no need to kick, as her horse seemed exceptionally impatient to finally embark into the vast forest and leave this field. And off they went, right passing through a flock of sheep, the latter following rather decisively hoping to get some treats from the rides. Lindsey grinned when one bold sheep nudged her right leg, while reaching for the treats bag and tossed a few into its pleading mouth. She tucked the small package, and out, out, out they were, throwing the paddock behind and disappearing into the woods.
Lindsey is on an Irish Hunter with a Feisty temperament and Hardy condition
Lindsey Springhall · Hufflepuff "Would you like a cup of hot cocoa?" |
Beauxbatons · Maximilien de Fostoncy "Maximilien is a mouthful, don’t you think?" |
17 Mar 2024, 13:18
Where the Wild Things Are
───────────────────────────────────Avery allows her smile to widen as the other girl returns one of her own. "Not exactly, though I haven't ridden on any trails anywhere quite as nice as this," she replies, gesturing out toward the meadow and forest that lay ahead of them. "Mostly just some small trails between my family's farm and the neighbors. You seem to be a natural so far though!" The Hufflepuff tips her head down toward the pony her companion had mounted.
Before she could continue chatting, Avery noted Pericles approaching with two sacks and the second year perked up. She listens to his request quietly, offering up a smile and a quick thumbs up as she took hold of the bag offered to her. "Yeah, not a problem at all!" Returning the nod of acknowledgement from Sage, the second year moves to dismount.
Noting the path through the group that Sage takes to hand out what look to be binoculars, Avery waits a moment longer before trailing after and passing out the small pouches contained in her own sack. A quick grin and a greeting are offered alongside each as the bags are passed out. Once she makes sure everyone has a set, she collects her own before returning to her mare and mounting up once more.
Avery once again listened closely to Tamasa's instructions as she settled into the saddle. She urged the mare forward once the procession towards the gate began, allowing herself to sway slightly with the natural movement each step brought. As they crossed the field, she smiled down at the mixed herd of sheep and goats, cooing at them quietly as they watched the group pass. Avery was quick to slip a treat from her pouch to offer up to a particularly curious goat that was vying for attention before they could pass too far away. Already off to a good start on the ride, it seemed.Avery is riding a black and white Irish Cob mare with a Steady temperament and a Hardy condition.────────────────────────────────
𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Sage Lilly & @Pericles Dralt
𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: -
18 Mar 2024, 03:42
Where the Wild Things Are
Interacting with Eve, Sage and Avery. Mentioning Mahl and PiPericles appraised Cassiopeia, eyes bright with intrigue. He thought to ask if he might pet her, but given his stallion's uncertainty towards the unfamiliar horse, he hung back for the time being. "It's a charming name all the same, and she is very beautiful." Unlike the braggart queen from mythos, the mare seemed well-mannered: gracefully curious of the smaller beasts that would come to crowd her, tolerant of Dullahan's wary sniffs. Pericles gave a soft snort at the play on his own horse's namesake, idly patting its long neck as he assured, "I'll rein him in otherwise."
The host parted from his fellow fifth-year long enough to delegate, murmuring a warm "Thank you" to Sage and Avery as they agreed to their tasks. He didn't seem surprised when Eve declined a pair of binoculars, shrugging as he observed "Prepared as ever" in the cadence of a compliment. Peri looked pleased to be back in the saddle, excited to get the trip itself underway, but equally content to linger near the back of the herd. Dullahan moved in time to Cassiopeia, the easy gait of a horse in no hurry to reach an unknown destination. His rider was honed in on the sound of plodding hooves until brought back to the moment by Eve's question.
"Well... I can't say it started as an interest," he admitted, turning his head to the side so as to meet her eye. "I was expected to learn it, just the same as piano or ice skating, archery, fencing and falconry...." Skillsets some could call outdated, irrelevant to a modern lifestyle, though the pureblood came from old-fashioned stock. He was just reaching an age where he no longer took these learning opportunities for granted, albeit also old enough to begrudge his parents having a say in how his downtime was spent. "But I learned to like it. Never competitively, mind, but more than most of my lessons. There's something restorative to sitting in a saddle while getting lost in the woods."
Hence his inspiration for this trip. Sure, Ireland was a gorgeous place for sightseeing, full of fauna for aspiring animagi to admire. Yet for one already accomplished in the feat, the true treat was sharing the opportunity to ride with others. Peri peoplewatched from the back of the group, keeping a watchful eye on his protege in particular, fond of the way Mahlioz moved in her own little world wherever she went. They seemed to have no difficulty opening up to animals, effortlessly bonding with their horse and doling out treats to the bleating herd. Her struggle with humans made her a natural with nature, he supposed. A fair tradeoff. It was equally endearing to see his grandmother instructing others, more so to see an entire gaggle immediately aid an upside-down Piérre, whose barn-sour pony soon saw him behind the rest. Peri turned in the saddle as they passed, smirking at stubborn Pookah with light and harmless humor. "Give him a good nudge, Pi," he tried to encourage. "Maybe a biscuit? He looks food-motivated." It was the politest way anyone could call an animal fat.
{ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔶: 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢, 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔞. }
(iNPC: Madhup Hexum)
19 Mar 2024, 06:15
Where the Wild Things Are
[ Mod ]The party navigated through the herd of bovidae with little trouble, as the smaller mammals- though relatively dull- knew well enough to shuffle out of their larger paddock-mates' paths. They did, however, make an effort to crowd those who took the time to share treats with them. Sage, Mahlioz, Avery and Lindsey were particularly popular. Hungry little lips and teeth would nibble at their fingers and, when the treats stopped coming, tug playfully at their pantlegs. A matronly sheep stopped in Evelynn's path to return Cassiopeia's curiosity. Unlike the horses, the round ewe was too social to mind (or much notice) that she was an outsider. She waddled from her way when the mare moved forward. Peri leaned sideways in his saddle to brush the horns of a greedy ram, musing aloud, "Can't imagine it would be too terrible to turn into one of these. The horns could come in handy, and I've read that sheep have an excellent sense of smell."
The herd would cross the field between paddock and woods without incident, save Piérre and Pookah. Having halted right at the exit, the barn-soured animal did its best to refuse leaving the paddock, snorting uncertainly as the sound of bleating began to fade. His rider gave him a long stern talking to, causing his ears to swivel while his eyes remained wide and uneasy. Human words didn't quite seem to register, but whether he understood or not, he gave a reluctant first step when squeezed, and begrudgingly began plodding along after the others once given a light tap to the flanks. In contrast, the steeds carrying Logan, Lindsey, and Mahlioz were still plainly pleased to be taken out for a jaunt. Logan's Hunter would go so far as to try and pass Tamasa's mule for the lead, and while it would slow for a pull on its reins, it seemed to be hoping for permission to cut loose. Sage and Avery's mounts were mild-mannered, content to wander along between the bulk of the group and Evelynn and Peri at the back, though receptive to any repositioning their riders attempted.
The path entered the forest by way of an ancient bridge. It looked more a part of nature than a manmade thing, its cracks mended by moss, parapets cloaked in evergreen Irish ivy. Keen eyes might spy the runes inscribed in a few of its old stones. The muggle-repelling charms bound to the architecture would do nothing to the riders, though it was difficult to dispel the feeling of magic which radiated around them. Just below its arch, movement stirred in the midnight teal river, then spilled out onto the rocky shores: otters. They stood on their hind legs, raising twitchy noses and curious black eyes towards the travelers. One kept its distance, eyeing them while drifting downstream on its back, a baby curled into a ball of fluff on its stomach. Some started to chirp, sounds which were strikingly similar to cats mewing in anticipation of a meal.
"Boni has spoiled some of the fauna near her home," Tamasa explained in her dry croak, evidently dispassionate about the idea of teaching feral creatures to take food from humans. She wasn't one to tell her friend off for being an altruist, all the same, and wasn't going to discourage the students from enjoying the fruits of incidental domestication. "You're free to feed them, if you choose to climb down and muddy your shoes on the banks, but do not chase nor pick them up. Allow them to come to you." Another animal seemed to be expecting a chance for food: a brilliant red squirrel skittered out on a branch overhead. Accustomed to snatching leftovers from whatever feed Boni left for the otters, it watched and waited, twitching its tail.
Next mod: March 31st-ishReducioSummary: Some of the group shares treats with the bovidae before exiting the paddock and crossing the fields. On entering the woods, they cross an ancient bridge above a river leading out to sea. Otters in the water and squirrels in the trees vie for treats.
Pericles Dralt- Irish Hunter, Protective temperament and Athletic condition
@Logan Baird- Irish Hunter, Feisty temperament and Athletic condition
@Mahlioz Evethisawe- Kerry Bog Pony, Feisty temperament and Hardy condition
@Sage Lilly- Connemara Pony, Protective Temperament and Hardy Condition
@Piérre Marchonné- Kerry Bog Pony, Flighty Temperament and Barn-Soured Condition
@Lindsey Springhall- Irish Hunter, Feisty temperament and Hardy condition
@Avery McCall- Irish Cob mare, Steady temperament and Hardy condition
@Evelynn Decipio- Irish Sport Horse, steady temperament and Athletic condition
{ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔶: 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢, 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔞. }
(iNPC: Madhup Hexum)
25 Mar 2024, 21:25
Where the Wild Things Are
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⋖ 29/Dec/2023 @ midday | OUTFIT | ENGLISH [#715380] | FRENCH [#b654a9] ⋗
INTERACTIONS @Pericles Dralt | MENTIONING Pierre Marchonne
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Evelynn had listened as Dralt has listed off his childhood activities and responded with a barely audible hum of approval. Given his pureblood status, they ought not to have come as a surprise, but there was something refreshing about such a collection of classic endeavours. So many of her peers seemed to have hailed from the same world as she, offering no new insight into the one they'd all been thrust. And, frankly, they were largely basic and boring. At least this young wizard knew things of which she was ignorant and possessed skills that she did not, thus he had value that many lacked. The added observation of sitting in a saddle being particularly restorative also struck a cord. Hearty agreement would have been the usual reaction, but here, she almost seemed crestfallen as her mare slowed to investigate the bleeting sheep.
Evelynn watched the interaction between the ewe and her own mare, allowing the notions of the recent topic fade from thought. Relief came when Pericles provided a shift in topic and inclined an ear at his comment. Taking such a form would certainly be better than some of the alternatives, but it wasn't one that particularly interested her. A keen sense of smell could be useful, though. Her concession of that notion came with a shrug of a brow, but little else about them seemed to be of much use. "I imagine you would fare well in the Highland elements," she offered back, deciding she needed to contribute some sort of agreeable comment, but it lacked any significant conviction. She just couldn't see the benefit of being a sheep, literally or figuratively.
As they passed through the gate, Evelynn let Cassie have some rein. There had been no indication that attitude would be a problem once they'd started moving again, and with the rest of the heard up ahead, it would be unlikely that anything other than 'keeping pace' would be the chosen course of action. Lost in her own head for a moment, it wasn't until her pale companion piped up to offer Pierre some advice in their passing that she turned her head to take note of the situation. The gist of it captured with a single disinterested glance, she was already looking forward again before Dralt had righted himself. "Food motivated," was her echoing mutter, the closest thing he was going to get to a laugh in that moment.
Silence cloaked her again for a time. Never having been one to feel compelled to conversation, she felt even less inclined now. Even if the riding brought some measure of discomfort, there was no denying that the nature, at least, delivered the alluded and much-needed restorative draught. Every breath of earthen air brought with it another dose of calm, soothing out some of the aches and stilling the mind. And every glimpse of the long-eared mule cemented that growing comfort knowing a full-fledged witch watched over those ahead.
With the rest, she slowed to a stop near the bridge as that same witch pointed out the otters and lamented their spoiled privileges. It wasn't the otters that drew Evelynn's attention, here, however, but rather the bridge itself. Other than Hogwarts, the only magical places the witch had ventured were those she would consider quite urban: Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, London Stadium. For some reason, although it had undoubtedly been mentioned during her academic studies and it was well known that magical creatures roamed the wilds, it hadn't occurred to her that there would be places in nature touched my the wizarding community. The way that nature seemed to have taken over the bridge, as though elves had sung their songs to grow its structure from nature's influence, had drawn her eye. And keen as ever, she'd caught glimpses of something unusual.
While others might have stopped to feed the otters, she coaxed Cassie forward for a closer look and was rewarded by the uncovering of runes carved into some of the stones. Runes that were undoubtedly magical in nature. If Dralt remained nearby, he would be met with a quizzical. If not, she would tentatively approach his grandmother. Either way, her question was the same, "What is this place?"
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STA | 10 STR | 2 EVA | 15 WIS | 15 ARC | 10 ACC | 12
keen eye fearless impartial wandmaker29 Mar 2024, 01:10
Where the Wild Things Are
Mahlioz (to her very great surprise) was actually beginning to wonder whether staying inside to read all the time was a negative. It had never been a question before (except when she got to do archery - but even then, she would probably pick reading over it...), but now that she was surrounded by field and forest and air and animals she started to understand why other people liked being outside so much. It was rather warm for December, and the weather was pretty much perfect for a ride - if the world was this kind to her more often, perhaps she'd give the outdoors more of a chance...
Time: Midday
Thoughts
The boy who'd fallen upside down seemed to still be having a bit of a hard time coaxing his horse to hurry up (and, in all honesty, Mahlioz found herself ever so slightly relating to the creature's wanting to stay home, even if that was not the way she felt at this moment in time). Thankfully, the group started slowing down as they approached a bridge, giving them a chance to catch up as Pericles' grandmother explained that they could indeed feed the otters.
Mahlioz's eyes lit up. Weirdly enough, she hadn't noticed the otters until Tamasa had mentioned them - the bridge had snagged her attention at first, with its writings (which she assumed were probably runes), its distinct feel of magic and its magnificent vines that gave it an old, wize look (how a bridge could look wise was anyone's guess, but this one managed it). As interested as Mahlioz was in it, one glance at the otters was all she needed. They were too cute to stay away from.
Pet treats in hand, Mahlioz carefully clambered down from her horse (which - again - seemed a little saddened they had stopped), before hearing "What is this place?" a little ways away. It seemed one of the older students was just as curious as the Slytherin, if not more, about the bridge.
Deciding to keep an ear open for the response, Mahlioz continued her descent towards the otters, trying (and unfortunately failing) to get her shoes too muddy. A few nearby otters, having spotted her and her treats, had already come over to her, though they looked rather quizzical that she was not their usual treat-bringer.
She was quick to quiet their worries, handing out treats to the furballs. Okay, yes, the bridge was interesting, but who couldn't be affected by how adorable otters were? She unfortunately had to stop handing out food after a while, worried she'd run out when there could be other animals coming up, but just being around these cuties was quite frankly enough. They sort of felt like wild Eusèbios.
Mahlioz has chosen a Kerry Bog Pony with a Feisty temperament and Hardy condition
1 Apr 2024, 01:02
Where the Wild Things Are
One hand still on the reins of her horse, Logan slightly adjusted her helmet as it slid slightly on her head. She was definitely going to have to purchase a new one soon, this one getting a bit tight in some places. It was not at a point of making the helmet useless, but she would definitely need a new one by the end of the upcoming year. At least she was wearing a helmet though, she did not want to risk a major head injury from a horse she knew nothing about.
A small grin began to form on the Hufflepuff's face as she looked at the group of smaller animals present in the area around them. Such peaceful little creatures, all they wanted was food and attention and it seemed that some of the others were giving them what they wanted. Logan could tell that the horse she had chosen was rather happy to be out on this little journey, happy enough that he had even tried to take over the head of the group. "Easy now," Logan spoke softly to the horse as she gently pulled back on his reins in an attempt to get him at a slower pace "We have no need to be in the front." Luckily she had worked with higher energy horses before.
Following along behind Tamara at a much closer distance than she would have prefer, the Hufflepuff glanced down at the river with a glint in her eyes at the sight of the baby otter. She had to admit it was one of the cutest things she had seen in a long time and one of the first times she had seen an otter in person. The wild animals around here were definitely a lot more friendly than the ones that lived around her, although she never really spent a lot of time around the creatures of her home other than the domesticated ones.Logan is attempting to keep her horse at a slower pace to keep with the group.Logan will be riding a standard bay Irish Hunter with Feisty temperament and Athletic condition.
Mentions/Interacting With:
Outfit: Here
PC: Logan Baird
iNPC: Zoya Chernova
2nd Gen: Avalon Briard
Staff: Nancy McLoughlin