 10:52:27 Fern/*sigh* Taco.. wait,how many barns do they have?
5K TO THE FIRST TO COUNT ALL THE BARNS |
10:51:52 Witchy| Forgot I switched accounts 😭 |
10:51:49 Im Elf Grimmi
I believe your right lol |
10:51:25 Witchy| Yeah they did a massive downsize |
10:50:33 Grimmi| i think they had more at one point but could be wrong |
10:50:09 Grimmi| i was about to say thunda XD |
10:50:04 Fern/*sigh* Taco.. 10:49:53 DD| thunda's barn search for that one horse 💀 |
10:49:52 Fern/*sigh* Taco.. 10:49:00 Im Elf That's nothing compared to
-HEE Click- |
10:48:36 Emp or Empy -HEE Click-
I was just hoping for an E to complete a quest, I wasn't expecting to be able to start an SD line with this foal... |
10:47:17 Fawn (Mystic)| How does one manage to survive having 6k horses 😭 -HEE Click- |
10:38:10 Tia I've had that question too. A lot.
It seems like training them just honestly makes them do worse. ;-; |
10:37:45 Fawn (Mystic)| Why do my untrained sub bravery horses do better then 100% trained WC bravery horses? |
10:34:20 The Brindle Princess| Awesome, we get to borrow horses from each other, lol |
10:32:20 Dulcie Is Painting| Lemme just back my trailer up to your barn for no particular reason |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Phoebe Nightlingale ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Phoebe remained in the private gardens for a little over an hour, silently contemplating over random aspects and.. Rhys. She did not understand why he was practically a reoccurring thought, but she knew with certainty it had to do with what happened yesterday. A sigh left her as she leaned further against the tree, lifting her legs to press her knees against her chest. Her blue eyes darted to and fro, her lips curling in a smile whenever a rabbit scurried by or a bird chirped from above. It really was calming, so it was no wonder why Rhys seemed to crave being alone with nothing but nature surrounding him. Of course, her smile vanished when she recollected what had happened that night: the gun, the sight of Rhys` wound.. and the blood. The accident had already engraved itself in her memory, yet it would seem as if the scene from yesterday now was too. Speaking of Rhys, she decided it was probably a good idea to check on him and his injury. She frowned as she decided enough was enough, using the palms of her hands to hoist herself to her feet. Tufts of grass and dirt clung to her skirt and sweater, but she did not mind it too much; she had to get rid of it, however, which was why she brushed it off. Phoebe glanced around the private gardens before casting one final glance at the graves, whispering the names as if it would summon the dead. It felt odd and disrespectful to not acknowledge them, so she alwasy ensured that she did. If she were dead, she definitely would want to know that at least someone said her name every once in a while. With a final curt nod, she walked out of the garden and followed the pebbled path that serpentined through the castle grounds, glancing to and fro. She had learned that Rhys tended to be an expert at being impossible to find whemever he wanted to be alone, something she found a little amusing yet respected. As she walked, she started to ponder what could possibly be going on within the castle walls. The nobles, other royals, and even the general himself were present and a part of her believed this was not because of the ``annual gathering``, especially when it was not supposed to happen until a few months later. Phoebe usually did not worry about politics or the wars that her father found himself infatuated with, but she was still the hier of it all; one mistake from her father could cost her everything. If she genuinely found herself as queen one day, she knew precisely what she was going to do. She wanted to eradicate roles such as servants and stablehands, especially when those occupations led to discrimination regarding status. It made her angry whenever she walked by a servant being mistreated, even the higher ranking ones. Phoebe was on the verge of giving up and retreating back into the castle when she saw a glimpse of Rhys, smiling for a brief moment before catching herself. If anyone saw her smile because of him, that would raise suspicion; small things were considered large by royals. She turned and headed towards the stables, which was a place she visited on a weekly basis; horses were kind, giant creatures that loved being around humans from her perspective. Instead of approaching him directly like she usually would, she decided to lower herself onto a bench near the entrance of the stable and wait there. Why had she done this? Well, she had already spent a lot of time with him- more than usual- yesterday, so it wouldn`t hurt to be careful, even if it was innocent, right?
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Rhys took up a broom in his gloved hands and started on his work. The main aisle of the barn ran both ways, and both were rather wide, as it was an open, airy place. However, this meant that it would take a bit of work to get everything cleaned. He paused a second to wager which way the wind was going before starting his sweeping with it so that the dust would not blow right back in his face. As he did so, he started thinking about... what do ya know... Phoebe. He had given up shoving thoughts of her out of his mind, as no matter how forcefully he banished them, they always came creeping back. It was annoying, in a sense, but then again, it also helped distract him from the pain in his shoulder. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about the daughter of the king of the country, but when had he ever followed the rules. His mind was mostly fixed on her enchanting smile, slight freckles, stunning eyes, and facial features altogether, as he had memorized every millimeter, but he also recalled te gentle way she had helped treat his wound and the way she had immediately relaxed after he had invited her in, even if just to do a favor for him. He found himself hoping... forbiddenly.. that she had enjoyed last night as much as he had. He didn't really enjoy much, in a sense, but it had been one of his better nights, and that said a lot, considering he had been shot. His mind wandered over to their earlier conversations, then farther back, all the way to the first day he had glimpsed her. He had been working for them- in the kitchen, at the time- as a servant for about 2 or so months when h had ben instructed that he was to bring the food to the royals. He had done so, and quickly observed everyone at the table- including young Phoebe. He hadn't really cared more about her than he had any of the others, as he hadn't known her. 3 years later was the first time he really had a thought directly towards her, and that thought consisted mainly of him wondering why she was so different from all the others. His interest had grown from that point on, until they had their first 'conversation', when he was in his low twenties. It had been a couple years since then, and they had been each other's teasing person and playful banter statues ever since- but never for long, as they didn't want anyone to see them together. Much, anyway. The longest they had really talked had been last night, and admittedly, it was a welcome conversation, considering it was the most he had spoken in literal years. He blinked and brought himself back to reality, finding that he was almost done with the second aisle. So close. He also found that his gloves were not thick enough, as he had blistered on both hands. He huffed quietly, glancing around now that he was out of his own brain. His gaze saw a familiar figure sitting on a bench outside the barns. He paused his sweeping, contemplating for a second what to do, then finished the couple swipes with the broom that he needed to. Since she hadn't approached, he didn't, knowing she most likely had a reason for not going up to him. He went to put the broom back, then slowly walked out to the barn door and leaned against the wall, about ten feet away from Phoebe. "Taking a walk?" He inquired in his usual low, quiet tone, his dark eyes observing her. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Phoebe Nightlingale ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Phoebe could recognize that voice anywhere and she tried to hide her excitement and happiness when she saw him, the one and only Rhys. Once again, that familiar sense of warmth swelled within her chest as she met his gaze, although she could tell that he was acting like his usual, typical self. WIth a small smile, she stood up from where she had sat down whilst taking a moment to glance at their surroundings. Based on what she could tell, they were basically alone, but no one could entirely be certain that they actually were. She noticed the distance he had placed between them next, wondering if it was out of respect, the need to maintain distance, or to simply not look suspicious; she believed it was the latter. Of course, she did not know what was going through Rhys` head and she probably never would. Sometimes she wished she had his remarkable ability to read people, even if she was the main target of this skill of his. ``You know me too well,`` She replied with a small sigh, deciding that she would rather be closer to him than an awkward ten feet away. Slowly, she walked up to him and leaned against the wall opposite to him, shrinking the distance but not by too much. She felt reassured knowing that he had initiated the conversation; maybe there was a chance that last night wasn`t going to be special, but a reoccurence. ``The castle has some visitors that I`d rather not deal with, so I figured that a walk outside would suffice compared to the halls.`` Phoebe took a moment to look him over, frowning when she realized he seemed to be working just as hard as usual. She was tempted to tell him to stop doing his tasks for the day and return to his quarters, but anyone would think she was insane if she did that. Her arms crossed against her chest as if she were disappointed or upset to see him so.. tired. Of course, she knew how Rhys was and how he would rather work than anything else, so she didn`t want to order him around when it involved taking a break or heading to bed early. Was it even her right to command such a thing? Probably not. ``You`ve been busy as per usual,`` she observed once she tore her gaze from him, looking around the state of the barn with an almost admirable expression. Although she was not one of the types to sit around, read about politics and the latest news, and entertain herself with eloquent speeches, she definitely could not see herself getting dirty like a servant usually did. Maybe that was why servants had her utmost respect and understanding, especially since without them the castle grounds would have looked like an absolute mess. Truth be told, Phoebe genuinely loved horses. They were creatures that exuded elegance and kindness, some of them even empathy and understanding. She believed that animals could decipher a person`s feelings; she had a few experiences where that had happened to herself. Of course, there were horses she preferred more than others, but she still loved all of them. Back when she was younger, she had to beg her father to even let her close to one of the large animals. You see, her father was not a fan of horses and neither was her mother, which was uncommon for most royals. The animals were known for being talented and easy to control- she did not like to use that word.. guide was a better one- while also being true companions, so she did not understand why some people disliked them. If it was because of how messy and dangerous they could be sometimes, she understood. |
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Rhys was attempting to feel the same way he had two days ago, but as soon as he saw the slight glimmer of happiness in Phoebe's eyes as she glanced at him, he was done for. Of course, his emotions weren't visible, but he felt like they were broiling inside of him like an active volcano. It was very different to the still darkness he was used to. Against his will, his lips turned upwards just slightly at her small smile. He had a feeling that she would never fail to elicit a tiny smile from him whenever she smiled. It was like instinct. He had already surveyed their surroundings thoroughly, and had decided that there was no one around.. yet. That didn't mean someone couldn't appear out of nowhere, like people tended to do when they shouldn't, but he was hanging onto the hope that they'd be able to talk for at least a minute or two. Every second he was in her presence felt like a healing balm to his tortured soul, so he would take it willingly. He did not want this to be openly visible, though, not just to hide it from her, but more so to make sure no one else knew. If anyone even hinted at the fact that they were merely talking, she would most likely get a lecture and he would get punished for acting like an equal to a royal. Both things wound be bad, so he wanted to avoid those situations. He tilted his head slightly and observed her, his dark gaze still piercing as ever, but holding that same... gentleness it had the last night. As she walked over to the other wall, he contemplated a reply, pausing until she finished her next sentence. It was interesting information, to him especially, as he knew the royals met up every year or so.. but not for a couple of months, or so he thought. He knew it wasn't his place to inquire about it. "A walk outside always sounds better to me than dealing with almost any individual, but what would I know." He mused, then decided to ask about what he was wondering. "Do you have a clue as to why the rest of the visiting royals are so... early? It was under my knowledge that the annual meeting wasn't until later in the year." He aired his curiosity, studying her expressions for a response or emotion. Although it wasn't his place to ask such things, he felt the urge to know about this... then again, she may not know, and he may have gathered no more information than in the beginning. As she frowned slightly, his gaze sharpened as he tried to quickly decipher what made the sudden change in expression occur. He chalked it up to how she had glanced over him as if assessing for injuries, and was most likely frowning about the fact he had worked just as hard today, or maybe the fact that his shirt was just slightly bloodstained from the wound leaking through. He paused for a moment, observing her a little while longer before opening his mouth again. "I'm almost done with my days tasks. Then I'll be able to retreat the wound and rest it." He stated quietly, wanting to ease her mind of any worry she had acquired, even if he couldn't Fathom why. He nodded slightly at her new words, shifting against the door slightly. "Always things to do, princess." He replied in his gravelly tone, his own gaze quickly trailing around the barn as hers did. It was no ballroom, but it did look nice at the moment, especially with the aisles freshly swept. He was, admittedly, pleased with the day's work, and glad that the other servants had done their jobs well. Every window was washed, every stall plate wiped, and everything shone and sparkled like it was part of a castle... which it was. The smell of fresh hay wafted up from the stalls, and the quiet sounds of the horses filled the barn. It was honestly a rather peaceful scene. He drew his gaze back to her, his dark eyes studying her light ones. He didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking about those eyes, or why he wished he could get closer to study the dark swirls again, but he did. When she was relaxed, everything about her was perfection... she was kind, happy, humorous, and everything in between. He could only wish for a personality like hers. Which, he obviously didn't have. He had been *blessed* with the exact opposite, really. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Phoebe Nightlingale ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Phoebe, once again, found herself clinging onto every small movement and word that originated from Rhys, something that was painfully obvious to anyone nearby. She noticed almost every slight change on his expression, especislly the way his lips would briefly and subtly curl upwards into a hint of a smile; it made her feel happy and warm inside to know that this was her doing. Rhys, although this new development had quite literally begun yesterday, felt like her safe haven; it was odd, to say the least, but it was the truth. They had never been friends per say, but she felt like yesterday had been the gateway into it.. only time would tell, however. If they were to ever genuinely be friends, she understood how dangerous it could be given their statuse yet she did not care. She believed she could be friends with anyone she wanted. Besides, she could care less about status, wealth, and fame; they were all irrelevant to her. "Not really," Phoebe replied with a small frown, shifting so she could lean further against the wall of the barn. The only possible reason why they would be meeting so early was because of a conflict, but- most importantly- an incredibly susbtantial and paramount one. The last thing she wanted was to get involved with it, yet she knew that she did not have the choice as the princess herself. "It could be a variety of things, but I doubt it is for leisure or partying. The general was here as well, which is rather unsettling to say the least." Truth be told, she did not mind being honest with Rhys; it was something that he was probably aware of himself. She felt safe around him, as if everything she told him would be engrained within his mind while also never leaving it. She figured he was probably a master at keeping secrets, something that was admirable in anyone that was able to. When he spoke about his tasks and wound, she met his gaze again, her frown remaining in place; she hated how he still had to work while clearly being in pain and being exhausted. Phoebe was still tempted to intervene and tell him to go back to his quarters, but she did not want to risk anything. She truly admired how productive he was, something that she somewhat was not. Of course, she was not truly wasting time whenever she walked around the castle grounds to relax and enjoy the tranquil scenery. In the minds and perspectives of royals, however, she was not productive whatsoever. They wanted her to be as engrossed in politics and war schemes as they were, but she refused to partake in any of it; the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of someone`s suffering. "You better," Phoebe smiled, her frown vanishing, as she eventually spoke up again, referring to when he had explained he would tend to his wound and rest later. The last thing she wanted was for it to get infected, especially when he was already expected to do so much every day. Besides, she knew what happened to servants that proved useless or no longer worthy of working at the castle; it was a fleeting thought, though it had been enough to cause her to shiver slightly. You see, her parents believed that servants knew way more than they should in general, especially since they were serving the royals and nobles themselves. They probably heard quite a lot of pieces of information that were supposed to be concealed within closed doors, which was why firing was typically not an option whenever a servant wanted to leave or could no longer do their job. |
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Rhys was, per usual, tuned into every breath she took and every time she so much as twitched.. all of it were clues to understanding her emotions and unraveling her thoughts. He did this with everyone, it was just much harder with her. His dark eyes observed hers carefully, watching for many different things. Everyone and everything in the world had an immense amount of detail and stuff to be learned about them or it, but the sad part was, most people just.. didn't. Didn't pay attention enough to soak up the information laying at their fingertips. So many things could be avoiding or done if people paid attention to others. In his opinion, it was a very valuable skill to have. If any of the royals had it- excluding Phoebe- the world would be a much easier place to live in. He nodded slowly at her words, thinking about what that could mean. He rubbed his chin for a moment, contemplating, before finally speaking. "It is unusual." He mused. Especially the general being here... he would understand if it was a couple of the less.. sober royals that had just showed up to party, but the general wouldn't be here unless there was a problem. A substantial problem. It was slightly worrying to think about, but it wasn't really his place to be concerned about the royals. If there was a problem in the castle, however, he wanted to know... he would be on guard from now on, more so than usual. He was a plethora of secrets, a cave of mysteries, and almost impossible to figure out. Only because people always looked for the most complicated things... really, it was quite simple, and that's why no one had figured him out yet. He put up a shield so he didn't get hurt more than he already had, but on the inside he was as soft and gentle as a normal person. It was as simple as that. He had iron walls up all around, but if you got through, you'd be swimming in cotton candy. He wasn't more cold than other people, he had just been dealt a bad hand. Under all his scars and wounds and veins of steel, he was a humorous, gentle soul... that soul just hadn't seen light it over 20 years. The funny thing was, every second he spent with Phoebe, it felt like another ray of sunshine was stabbed into his outer walls, leaving a small crack in its place. That small crack would continue to grow until maybe, just maybe... something sweeter would become visible. Rhys noticed how her frown stuck, and it was almost amusing that she was even the slightest bit worried about him. Yes, he had been shot, but he was .. him. This was like a walk in the park, honestly. It was better than getting stabbed, to be honest. That really sucked. He couldn't slack on his work, however, as everyone knew... servants were not only expendable, but since they had possibly 'heard too much' they were also dangerous. Which meant if you wanted to quit, there were... other things coming. And if he was deemed useless because of a wound, it meant his life, which already wasn't the best, would get a whole lot worse. He nodded again at her words. "I will. Consider that a promise." He wouldn't lack off on taking care of himself, either, although he had worked the day away. When he got back to his quarters, he would properly treat his wound. Again. He had a feeling the next couple of weeks were going to be rough, but he could pull through... he always had. If he didn't, worse things awaited, and he was NOT going to be taken down by a measly wound to the shoulder. No, life would have to do much more than that to put his chess piece off the table. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Phoebe Nightlingale ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Out of all the royals, nobles, and other high ranking individuals, General Atius was someone she refused to interact with, regardless of the circumstances. The majority of individuals would have deemed it peculiar for her to feel this way, especially when Atius was the General; he was supposed to be a beacon of peace and confidence. From her perspective, Atius was downright terrifying and incredibly intimidating, maybe even a tad arrogant. In other words, she hated him. Why precisely? It was a rather lengthy, unfortunate story, but it was still somewhat relevant. Her father had the grandiose idea of potentially having Phoebe marry Atius; as one could tell, it already sounded stupid, unless you considered that Atius was technically a royal himself. He was a foreigner, but one that practically everyone knew. Regarding the whole betrothal ideal, she had practically avoided him like the plague, eventually leading to Atius leaving her alone. Did anyone else know about it? She was not entirely sure. Of course, such things were temporary and, the last few times he had visited, he always sought her out. Rhys` familiar voice drew her attention back to him, the building sense of stress and worry vanishing the moment she met his gaze. It would seem that he still seemed to have this odd effect on her; she welcomed it and silently hoped it would remain like that, however. With a small smile, she unfolded her arms that had been crossed snuggly against her chest, taking a small step forward so she was no longer leaning against the wall. She smiled at him as she spoke, her voice as soft as it was usually around him, "Good. I would hate for.. Nevermind." Phoebe trailed off at the thought, but they both knew precisely what she was thinking of. She hated how servants were treated the way they were and have been for what felt like centuries. A sigh slipped past her lips as she diverted her gaze again, gazing down the isle of the barn. The sounds of horses were the most apparent sound, especially their hooves and occasional snorts or nickers. She was almost tempted to go on a ride, but it was somewhat late and she refused to be out and about alone; every single time she was, something bad typically happened. Although she had been working on the paranoia and fear that constantly gripped her in unfamiliar, new situations and places, it was still something she could barely handle, let alone all by herself. She knew she should leave, especially when it would not be long before someone stumbled upon them conversing so casually out in the open. However, she did not want the moment to end, similarily to how she felt last night. This was another reason why she hated statuses and societal norms; she wondered what it would be like if servants did exist, but nobles and royals were not as special as they were depicted to be. Of course, there would still be a slight rift between the two, but it would not be as large and as impactful as it was now. Eventually, her gaze returned to his own, but she remained as quiet as she had been. She did not know what to say nor do. It would seem today was one of her more.. quiet, reserved days; they were rare and seldom happened, but they existed. |
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