Fitzwilliam Darcy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mrdarcy_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass,@ 2018-07-27 23:21:00 |
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Where? The park on wheel 3
When? Early Saturday morning.
What? Out for a ride, meeting new acquaintances.
Rating? TW: Horses
Open? Ask first.
Darcy was most grateful that despite being on a space station, his horse was being very well cared for. There was reasonable accommodation for her, and although he was yet to meet her in person, he knew that someone known only as AJ was responsible for the feed that kept appearing. Darcy himself was attentive, making sure that she was always well, allowing her time to graze and stretch her legs.
That morning, he'd decided to take her for a proper ride - or as proper a ride as he could in a smaller space. He was used to vast countryside, covering many miles and different sorts of terrain, wildlife, fresh air stinging at his lungs and the sun warming him. This felt different, no matter how well-designed. There was a feeling of the artificial.
Still, it was good exercise - for him and the horse, and they'd lapped the park three times by the time Darcy decided to call it a day. He stopped by the river to let the old girl cool down there. Out of habit, he'd automatically dressed in full riding gear, but as he dropped down from the horse, he relieved himself of his hat, his jacket, and loosened the cravat so that he could cool down too.
