Tally-ho! [Open]

[lief]

OOC: Nope, no problem. CP is good. Veeeery good ;D

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Lief, with a broad smile still painted across his face, watched as Niamh swung upon the horses back. She asked if Lief was ready.

"Ja, Mizz Niamh!!!"

She clicked her tounge twice and the horse sprung into a gallop. A wave of panic blew through Lief's mind, making him cry out in suprise.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-A!"

But the panic was soon replaiced with joy and exitment. Wind blew threw his hair, blowing it around his head. His eyes watered as the wind blew into them. The scene of pretty Wales grew into a watery blur as the friendly Pavee's calls whooped through his ears. Lief let out a joyful cry of his of his own.

VOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The boy blinked the water out of his eyes and let out another wail, this time containianing reconizable words.

"OH MEIN GOTT! I ZIKE ZIZE HORZE!!!"

Lief liked Wales. He liked Wales alot.

[Niamh Dunlevy]

Lief took to riding like a fish took to water. Although he had screamed in the panic for the first minute or so, boyish excitement quickly overtook that panic. Niamh laughed as he whooped with joy, the two of them one with the horse. Drummer was a comfortable ride: a good, solid gait with a temperament that guaranteed few to no surprises. Wales was but a blur of green and grey, the motion distorting its colours and shapes, adding a sense of otherworldliness to the ride. Only those who had ever gotten on a horse could appreciate it.

"OH MEIN GOTT! I ZIKE ZIZE HORZE!!!" cried Lief, his voice high-pitched and happy. The Pavee laughed again, blinking away tears that had come to her eyes as well.

"I KNOW! JUSTH YOU WAITH UNTHIL WE HITH A JUMP!!"

Gently squeezing Drummer's right side with her leg, Niamh guided the stallion into a smooth left turn, heading for a nearby fence. She had jumped over it earlier, and it would be a simple thing to go over, not enough to make Lief fall off. Jumps like that - as exciting as they were - could wait until he was a more experienced rider.

"HOLD ON, LIEF!" bellowed Niamh, readying Drummer for the jump with leg and rein cues. She leaned forward, her and her horse's muscles tense, oddly-coloured eyes focused on the far-off prize. Drummer slowed, his magnificent, feathery legs folded, and time slowed down for all three of them...

Like a hare, the stallion sprung, his mane gentle as it tickled Niamh's face. He flew over the jump like a bird, clearing the obstacle with no problems whatsoever. Like before, the mud squelched beneath his hooves as he landed, and as he took off again, it sent a rush of adrenaline through Niamh's system. The jump! The jump! The glorious, wonderful jump, done so smoothly with a second passenger!

Oh, how wonderful it was.

[lief]

"I KNOW! JUSTH YOU WAITH UNTHIL WE HITH A JUMP!!"

The word jump sparked exitment inside Lief. Jumping! How great would that be! Lief closed his eyes and took in the other senses of a horseback ride. The clop of the horse's hooves, the feeling of the wind blowing on his face and through his hair, and the smell of the surrounding forests.

"YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

He let out another joyous cry, soaking in the thrills of the ride. But then a small fence appeared on the horizan. The jump! He was overjoyed as the barriar grew steadily bigger on the horizen.

"HOLD ON, LIEF!"

Lief's grip tightened as they neared the jump. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head, clogging his senses as they neared the jump.

The horse rose up from the ground, hopping the fence, and landing in the mud behind the fence. Boyish laughter poured out of his lungs.

"ZAT VAS VANTASTIC NIAMH!!!"

[Niamh Dunlevy]

OOC - One or two more posts from me and you, and I think we can close this.

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"Ith was, wasn'th it!" the Pavee yipped, easing off on her horse's speed as they got onto a flatter part of the landscape. The boy had a good pair of lungs on him; his hollering could probably be heard for miles. Niamh was tempted to call her father and ask him to give Lief a pony of his own - however, the thought of her family brought up another potential problem.

Lief had a family of his own.

Where his biological kin was, Niamh didn't know. He had an adopted family, though, and they were probably worried sick. It would not do if she were to deny them the chance to sleep at night, knowing Lief was out there somewhere. Pavees might have been a travelling people, but Lief was no Pavee. He was a German boy, a refugee, with people who already cared for him.

And a German boy with a supposed "child-stealing Gypsy woman"...that - oh, that - would not do either.

There wasn't a road too far from where the pair was. It was a day or so to the next town, and even then, there was a chance that Niamh would be unable to contact her soldier-friends. She would try, though, for the sake of Lief; travelling around could get...rough. There were enough rough drunkards out there for her to fight off; she didn't need to drag a child into those kind of situations.

For now, though, they would ride. She would enjoy the thrill, the rush of being one with her equine, and Lief would get his riding legs, enjoying the experience for what seemed to be the first time. In a time of war and hatred, pain and sorrow, it would be a happy memory for the boy so far away from home.

[lief]

OOC: Shall we close it after this post? And the new horse icon is pretty snazzy, eh?

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The horse began to get a tad slower as they hit a flatter range of Wales. Lief's eyelids were growing slightly heavy, fluttering more and more as they rode on.

There was alot of things to think about. The war. Lief wished it would stop, he could go back to the Fatherland, not run around as an orphan, not knowing if his mother was alive or dead.

Lief didn't want to go back to his foster parents. They were old, cranky, and smelled of fish. His home was bad, and the bed was so uncomfertable that Lief found himself sleeping on the filthy floor. He had no idea why the man had took him in. If Niamh asked were they were, he would lie and say he didn't know. He didn't want to go there again. Never, never, never, never, never, never.

But for now, he felt tired.

"Mizz Niamh, vhere vill ve zleep?"

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

The following CP has been issued:

Dunlevy - 13CP

Bielski - 10CP, her posts were longer on average

-JT