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[Aug. 22nd, 2009|05:33 pm] |
*has absolutely no interest in spending any recreational time with Turcafinwë at all, but has decided that she may as well humor his request for form's sake—and besides, the resultant press could be useful*
*on the appointed afternoon, changes out of her power heels into something more appropriate (comfortable designer jeans and a simple top), has her stylist pull her hair into a practical but fashion-conscious braid, and heads out to Turcafinwë's grounds to meet her personal groom and mare (shipped all the way from Taniquetil just for the occasion, of course)*
*is escorted into a neat, well-kept stable on the edge of a wide grassy field, where the groom has just finished pacing his charge through a few warm-ups after the ride over* *nods to him but hardly spares him a glance, suddenly feeling a million miles removed from the AOT set and the entire life she's built on this side of the ocean* *has only ever seen her own grey mare in her father's stables, on her father's land, and it's been many years since*
*slowly approaches the animal, a hand slipping into her pocket for the treat she somehow remembered to bring* *murmurs in low, elegant Vanyarin* [Beautiful girl. My lovely lady. Do you remember me, I wonder?] *laughs softly off the answering nicker and offers a sugar cube* [Oh, of course I remember you, Jingle-girl. There isn't a horse in the world to compare, you know that. And I've missed you.] *rubs the mare's nose affectionately, smiling a secret, almost girlish smile* [Do try not to take offense to the company we're to keep today, though, hm?] |
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