The Want For a Picture

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Eadaion eeped when a dog seemingly came out of no where and jumped at the quoll that rested on her leg. "Away with you!" She barked at the dog swatting at him in the process not noticing that the quoll climbing up her leg and on to her mare's mane. "Go on. Shoo." The young human snapped at the dog turning Autumn to face the man whom had brought the dog. "Are you sure you can't control him?" Eadaion asked brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Her gaze dropped to the quoll, watching him grasp for a foot hold. Gently she pushed the little quoll to a bit safer area, hoping the small creature would not bite her at the same time. Finally, she looked at the rider closer, up and down, left and right. Always spurs. She commented to herself. I don't understand why people use them.

"Ah, so this stallion has a name." She replied glancing at the stallion. "He really doesn't look that old if you ask me." Again, Eadaion looked at the newly proclaimed, Casanova, and she knew her horses. There was no way that he was too old. His back was not swade, his legs looked good, his eyes, and weight. "Doesn't look like he could be a day over ten, if you ask me." She nodded to herself.

Eadaion smiled noding in return, "Nice to meet you. Eadaion Heden, horse and brumby trainer, at your service." How interesting it was to see a wrangler back already. Such fun ruiners they were.

OOC: I didn't say he was old. Tiggs did.

[Tiggs]

Marie shifted impatiently with the stallion's movements, but she stilled as she felt the reins tighten. "The dog said we're after a cow. Dumb beast's probably lost." She snorted at the dog who was still running circles around the grey mare, yipping and snapping at the quoll. "Will you stop that? If she doesn't brain you, I will."

A stern command from Jason accompanied Marie's warning, so it wasn't sure which of them had the dog sitting rather than bouncing around. Surprised, Jason peered at the little critter clinging to the woman's horse. It wasn't often a mare would tolerate odd beasties clinging to it. She was a tolerant old thing. "You must be a fine trainer, she don't seem to mind the critter at all!" He patted Marie. She would not be so tolerant of the animal. Despite their good relationship, she would have thrown him trying to rid herself of the quoll.

"Ten is a grand age for a brumby -- most don't live past seven up here. Seasons are harsh, and the stallions keep their own number down. This bloke was probably a stock horse, with a streak of luck as wide as Mount Kosciusko herself." He patted Marie's neck. "Marie here is eleven herself, but I'll be retiring her soon. Horses work hard and live fast in the High Country." It was a harsh statement, though he seemed proud of the fact and there was obviously no affection lost between him and Marie.

Not acting her age, Marie was busy flirting with the grey stallion. Jason was trusting her relaxed posture, and was not too concerned about the stallion being so close but he kept the reins short in case Casanova thought he had competition. Marie strained a little against the bit, touching her dark muzzle to that of the grey's. "You haven't visited me in a while, I was beginning to think you might not come back." She flicked her tail, the straggly end of it hitting his haunch. "Haven't seen a cow around, have you?"

Jason warily eyed the exchange of nickers and nuzzled between the pair, and entertained the idea of bringing the old stallion home with them -- Marie could do with some welcome company. But stallions were unpredictable, and often more trouble than they were worth. The dog sat, visibly quivering, at Marie's feet. His eyes were intent on the quoll, and Jason wondered if he could get the little monster to do his job. "Haven't seen a cow around, have you?" He asked the woman, a hopeful light in his eyes.