Hello? Anyone there? (Open)

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Black oracles searched for the road that would lead her to the stables. Her plainly painted kissers pulled into a grim line of concentration. 1. Eccola! Finalmente! she exclaimed in Italian, speaking to her Afghan hound that sat in the passenger seat of her car. The canine grumbled and panted heavily, as if she was agreeing the same thing. CK chuckled slightly and indicated to turn into the road. She swung her car into park once she arrived at what she took for the office and climbed out. Her legs carried her lean frame around to the other side of the car. Luna was throwing her lithe frame at the window, desperate to be at her mistresses side once more. Corr' frowned, her brow furrowing deeply. Luna quit and dropped to her haunches back on the seat. Coral opened the door and kept her hand up, signaling stay, which Luna obeyed, and then clipped on the leash she kept tied around her waist. 2. Rimani al mio fianco, mia cara Luna. she spoke in hushed vocals, tugging at her shirt that had risen slightly up her back. Luna gave a squeak and Coral took off into a walk.

She pushed herself into the barn, her posture confident and her smile dazzling. The foreign beauty was oozing with joy. Her three equines were arriving tomorrow, and here she was today looking for a place to keep them. Luna's bodice pulled at her leash, excited about all the new smells. 3.Calma. she scolded, pulling back on the leash. 4.Introduzioni ora! she announced to Luna, and then switched to English. Hello? Anyone here? she called, rasping her knuckles across the glass of the office door. She crossed her arms over her chest, letting Luna's leash fall around her wrist, and awaited a reply.

WORDS! 298
TAGS! Anyone!
OUTFIT! Click!<3
NOTES! Sucked, my later posts will be better. I just want to get her horses accepted to one stables xD
TRANSLATIONS! 1. Here it is! Finally!
2. Stay at my side, my dear Luna.
3. Calm.
4. Introductions now!

[Nevvy]

Stop it!Pablo exclaimed as Fuego reared on him again. The Spanish mustang was not very happy with Pablo, probably because of the lack of attention. Next time I’ll go a lot longer before getting on you again. He said between his teeth as he made him back up the length of the arena before making him circle a few times. He loved him, but this attitude he had just about enough. He understood that he was just testing him, and the gelding was none too happy with him. But shouldn’t he be happy because he brought a friend along. Grumbling as he dismounted, he walked tentatively, his knees having been rammed in a few fence posts. He felt a pull at the reins and he looked back as Fuego lifted again. When he came back down Pablo pulled his head down, putting his hand in his mane. I’m sorry okay? I didn’t mean to leave for so long. But stop it! You need to stop! Letting him go, he walked away and Fuego followed. He gritted his teeth. He just needed to walk away from Fuego for a while, get his head back together and go back to him. He did not want to take his frustrations out on the gelding because it was not all his fault.

Walking toward the office, he figured he would take his frustration out on figuring out how much more hay they needed because they were getting a little low. Maybe he would flip through a few magazines, see if there was any tack that looked good. And Fuego would be parked right outside. He would only be fifteen minutes, and the horse had some of his own thinking he needed to do. His black hair was thrown back from the running and he was a little grumpy. His tanned skin and clothes were covered in horse hair, and one leg of his jeans were torn at the knee from being rammed into a fence post. It was a fun day, alright. But then his posture changed, his attitude changed and everything about him (besides the physical, of course) changed. Someone was here. Be on your best behavior, Fuego. He muttered. Putting on a smile, he walked up. Are you looking for someone miss? I’m Pablo, co-owner of the ranch, I could probably point you in the right direction.

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She jumped violently. She had not expected someone to come to her from behind, she thought they would come through the office door. Luna gave a chesty grumble and glared at the new comer. 1.Tranquillo Luna! she spoke to her Afghan hound in quiet Italian lyrics. Luna dropped to her haunches again, tucking herself into Coral's leg. I am sorry. she apologized to the guy, who seemed older than her. She offered him a small smile and thought over his words. Her English was not good, she preferred to speak in French and Italian. Ah, I would, umm, like to board horses? she lifted her words into a question, unsure of her word choice. She hoped that he would understand her.

Her black orbs darted around, trying to drink in as much as possible. If she was to board her three equines here, she did want to be able to know every nook and cranny of the stables. Could you.. sh- show me here? she asked, sensing that her words may not have been correct. She gave an apologetic look to him and shrugged. She really did need to get some help with her English.

WORDS! 195 (Sorry for the utter shortness! D'
TAGS! Nevvy
OUTFIT! Click!<3
NOTES! Failure of a post, but my muse is like zilch today D':
TRANSLATIONS!
1. Quiet Luna!

[Nevvy]

Pablo looked at her. Someone who did not speak English very well? One did not get many of those people around here very often. He thought they were found more around the coasts than toward the center of the country. Ah well it did not matter. A person was a person was a person. Everyone had feelings, thoughts, ideas. It did not matter who they were or if they could speak English very well. Board horses? Yes we do that here, very well. He slowed his talking down, hoping she would catch every word. He hoped that she did not think he thought she was slow, he just wanted to try and help her out. Where was Sammie, she was more the people person than he was.

Looking around, he nodded. There was not much like the big corporate farms who bred Thoroughbreds too young, raced them too early and then sent them to their demise. They were definitely more of the smallish type that was more close-knit it seemed and invested in their boarders’ interests and making sure the horses had top-notch care. I can show you around. What gender is your horse? He asked, figuring he would start in that barn and show the other things along the way. He would need to drag Fuego along because he did not trust him on his own, but the gelding would not mind. Gesturing toward his horse, he said, This is Fuego. I’m sorry I did not catch your name.