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Myra heard approaching footsteps and looked away from Adonis, her eyes widening at the sight of the man from earlier approaching. She stood up and brushed off her pants, noticing how the stallion had turned his head to look at the stranger. His ears were flattened as he munched on hay, tail swishing to and fro as if he were annoyed. ``Yeah, this is Adonis,`` Myra replied softly, looking him over. ``Nice to meet you, Caleb. I`m Myra.`` |
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"I didn't know if you were busy, but I have a fire ring a few beers if you'd like to join me?" He offered, nervous. She'll say no. She probably thinks i'm crazy. Why'd she look me up and down like that, is something wrong? |
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Myra always came off as intimidating, which was why she figured he seemed nervous. She had merely looked him over out of curiosity, nothing more and nothing less. Truth be told, she was surprised by his offer, but she found herself accepting it. ``Sure,`` Myra nodded as she gave Adonis a brief pat, the stallion responding with a short nicker. She waited for him to lead the way, curious and a little excited. It was rare she let herself wander off with someone, but she liked the adventure aspect of it, the unknown and the uncertainty. Maybe this Caleb would actually be fun to be around, even if she did not like having friends in most scenarios. |
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Caleb nodded with a more genuine smile before leading her to his trailer just a couple spots away, grabbing an extra chair and opening it before gesturing to it. He handed a beer to her |
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Myra followed him, noticing the smile that was plastered on his face. She found it amusing to see how content he was since she had accepted his offer. With a smile of her own, she accepted the beer and arranged herself snuggly in the chair he had set up for her. Although she was not much of a drinker, she still indulged in it sometimes. Truth be told, she was not too much of a talker, so she found herself quietly observing him. |
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Caleb couldn't take his eyes off of her and she seemed at ease in the silence with the occasional horse whinny or laugh from another competitor. He smiled at her, curious about her but respecting her not speaking by doing the same |
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``Come to rodeos often?`` Myra eventually asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She was not the type to pick and prod, asking questions like an interrogator of sorts; she preferred the natural route of opening up when they felt comfortable. Her gaze remained on him as she waited for a response, occassionally taking a sip of the beer. When it came to rodeos, she loved the adrenaline rush and the competitive nature, so she wondered if he craved it as well or shied from it; it depended on the individual, she had noticed. |
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"Every weekend as long as they're less than 5 hours away for a simple thing like this. I've sompeted at bigger rodeos than this, I promise you. Splash and I are just getting back into the swing of things since she went lame for a bit last season." He explained, feeling quite exposed to her judgment in a comforting way |
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``Nice,`` Myra commented simply, leaning back in her chair and tilting her chin back as she looked up at the stunning sky looming above them; it was always unfortunate whenever a talented horse had to be put on break, yet it was the way the world worked. She liked that he seemed to be similar to her when it came to rodeos, taking every single one as seriously as possible. Her end goal was to become like her parents, the two of them established champions in their own rights. However, she could not truly hide her curiosity as she looked over at him again, propping her chin on a fist. ``Do you have a favorite one?`` |
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"This one" He muttered. "I've come here since I was little, practicing as a little kid with the ropers and them cheering me on as I tied smaller calves." He said, smiling at the memories |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
