The Fall Auction

[Sync]

cause the last time you saw me

is still burned in the back of your mind
------------------------------ you gave me roses and i left them there to die

She looked at the second piece of paper, her brow rising in a questioning manner. He knew her too well. A bell of laughter left has as she stuffed the paper into her pocket. She bounced on the heels of her feet as she awaited him to write what ever he was, and her other brow rose in surprise as she read it. There was a horse for her here? She didn't need any more encouragement and pushed his arms to make him take her to it. She followed him as he took off, keeping her hand placed on his arm so that she wouldn't get lost in the ever expanding crowd. As soon as they neared the mare he was leading her to, she knew exactly which one it was. The little chestnut was stood in her pen, her maw nearly touching the ground as she let her frame sag. The picture was all to familiar, the chestnut mare was momentarily replaced by a picture of Riddle when Remii first received the Gypsy Vanner.

The girl pushed through the crowd, losing sight of Harry but she didn't care just then. She walked up to the pen slowly, her chocolate colored oracles on the pretty mare. She watched as one audit flickered forward but no other movement was made, except the deep sigh which pushed her barrel out. Remii's heart went out to the mare, and she looked at the woman in the pen with her. As if she knew what Remii was going to ask, she came over to open the gate for the girl to enter. She walked in silent, but this wasn't unusual. Most of her movements were silent, unless she was telling off Riddle. Remii knew vocals weren't necessary now, silence was so much more effective with equines of this manner. She reached the mare, holding out her hand as she crouched to be angled more directly with the mares muzzle. "Her names Faded Sun, goes by Fade though." The woman told Remii. The name was oddly fitting, it seemed to suit the mares personality. As if the light inside her heart had dimmed. Remii was tense with anticipation when Fade stretched out her neck to connect her maw with the girl's hand. She couldn't stop the slight lift at the corner of her lips.

Remii now had her hand running up and down the mare's face in a gentle manner. Fade hadn't shown much emotion, but seemed to be enjoying the contact. She turned to the woman who seemed to be filling with tears. "She didn't even show fear when you first entered the pen. You're perfect for her. Have her for £100, please take good care of her." Remii nodded earnestly, digging in her pocket for her purse. For precautions, she had brought money with her just in case something had caught her eye. Never had she been so glad. She looked at Fade, who now had her head held a little higher, and ran her hand along her neck. "I'll be back for her later." she told the woman, who nodded silently. Remii knew that the woman would want to say a proper good bye anyway. She left the pen to rejoin Harry, smiling a smile that reached her eyes. She pulled out the paper he'd given her earlier, resisting the urge to write on her palm for the heck of it. "The ones you've already bought and then the one you want." she showed him the note, waiting for him to escort her to where ever next.

so this is me swallowing my pride
standing in front of you saying sorry
--------------------------------- for that night and i go back to december

.tagged. Lottii
.words. 593
.outfit. coming?!
.notes. Short but sweet!
.lyrics. back to december - t.s.
.credit. <33 @ CAUTION 2.0

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[Lottii]

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So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
(We tore down the walls I built around myself )
I WAS STRUCK BY THE LIGHT AND I FELL TO THE GROUND

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Harry laughed as Remii clearly wanted to see the horse she would want first, and with her arm on his, he threaded his way silently through the crowds. They drew near and Remii vanished the second she spotted the horse, leaving Harry to sigh inwardly and make his way up to the edge on Fade's pen. As he reached it, Remii was just entering the pen with a woman who he had seen early, and correctly assumed was the owner it seemed. The girl calmly approached the pony who just let her come, whereas when Harry had stood by the pen alone before th crowds formed, she had hidden at the back. Remii handed over some money and then spoke, which raised a smile across Harry's features. Apparently, it didn't matter who she spoke to, Remii speaking had the ability to make him smile.

As she left the stall, he put his arm around her waist, guiding her to where Magick and her foal where penned. The foal ran forward at the sight of Harry, which made the boy laugh gently, Magick following more sedately behind. Rubbing the foal's forelock again, he realized that was going to turn into a habit pretty quickly. Shoving his hand in his pocket, the scrumpled paper was retrieved and he started writing again. "The mare's Magick, but the foal doesn't have a name yet. Any ideas?" He smiled up at her before moving across the next pen, where Stylish Mistress was in a pen.

The spooky, posh looking mare wasn't the sort he was really looking for, but for some reason he wanted Remii's thoughts on her before he made a final decision. As the large pony stood at the back of the pen quivering, Harry simply turned to look at Remii, waiting for her verdict. He trusted Remii with his life, and thought she was in a better position for this than he was, but as he watched her face he found himself drifting into daydreams of being brave enough to vocalize his wish of her officially being his girlfriend. Sighing inside his head, he focused himself on Remii again, albeit struck by an urge to kiss her as they had done by the stables. Her lack of immediate response about the mare made him think, and he scribbled an addition on his note. You don't think I should get her, do you?

(T A G ? !) Syncy of course!
( W O R D S ? !) 410
( S T A T U S ? !) Done!
( O U T F I T ? !) ...
( N O T E S ? !) Meh, I don't like this one so much, it doesn't....flow right
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by papa roach

[Cara]

Cara headed down the road in her red 2010, Grand Jeep Cherokee, she had been delighted when Mushi had turned up the day after her arrival at the college and presented the vehicle to her. She'd got her driver's license shortly after she'd turned sixteen and, as she had no diving faults against her, she had sat a short test in London to be able to dive here. Behind the Jeep she towed a Silver Legacy float (a gift from her father's lawyer as he'd said that Mikoto would want her to have one). She flicked the indicator on and pulled into the parking space behind the auction house.

Getting out of the car, she locked it and walked around to the float. Opening the tack area, she pulled out a couple of different sized halters and a lead rope, not that she expected to return to the college with anything, these she put into a backpack which she then swung onto her back. Closing the door she then headed into the auction house.

Pausing at the door for a moment, she drew in a deep breath at the sight of all the people. One would think that with her being not only an elite gymnast but also a prima ballerina, that she would be used to being surrounded by people. However, she had lost her trust in humanity and didn't like large numbers of people. At least when she was on the stage, all the people were all the way over there.

Letting out a calming breath, she walked forward and began to look at each of the horses that were up for auction. She caught the odd swipe of conversation here and there about people's opinions on the different horses and ponies. She allowed all of this to wash over her though as she wanted to look at each of them herself with a clear mind.

The first horse she came across was massive, a large seventeen hand Warmblood. With a shake of her head, she moved on. She walked past the the Quarter Horse, as western horses weren't her thing. She then passed the next two Warmbloods without a second glance, she'd had her part of riding tall horses and her body couldn't take the amount of work it took to get in and out of the saddle. She had grown up a little in the past two years - that and a gymnastics meet that had put her in hospital with a split collarbone.

She stopped in her tracks at the next horse's pen. She looked at the dapple grey mare, who had her back turned to everyone. The girl whistled softly and smiled when the mare All Trussed Up, turned her neck and looked behind her. Cara pressed her lips together, the look on the mare's face made her want to cry. Friendship is the moment one person says to another: "What, you too? I thought I was the only one." The quote from CS Lewis popped into her head unbidden as she watched the Holsteiner turn back around and stare off into the distance. With a silent promise to return, the girl moved on.

A chestnut pony a few pens down caught her eye and she headed down to have a closer look at the pony that was quivering in the middle of her pen. Cara tipped her head to the side as she watched the pony, not noticing the young man who was also standing by the pen. She placed her hands on the fence as shook her head as she tried to banish the memory that was threatening to take over. The skinny mare reminded her so much of Phoenix, that she was afraid the memory would rip her apart.

Forcing herself to concentrate, she looked at the mare through her eyelashes; taking in the face of the Connemara/Thoroughbred, letting it tell her all she needed to know about the pony's personality. she had a rather straight profile, large jowls, large yet well defined ears, wide spaced almond shaped eyes, a teacup muzzle with heartshaped upper lip, a supraorbital deep depression (which was an indicative of a stressful life.

She blinked as the memory that was trying to wash over her spread off in ripples like a stone had been thrown in the middle of a puddle. Straightening up, she chewed on her bottom lip. The mare was a definite possibility, if no one had already picked her up as a project.

Jeep and float

[Sync]

cause the last time you saw me

is still burned in the back of your mind
------------------------------ you gave me roses and i left them there to die

As he slipped his arm around her waist, she leaned into his side. They walked toward the pen that held the two he'd already bought and she chuckled. As the filly raced forward to greet Harry, she noticed how similar she looked to Whisper when he was that age. That made a fond smile appear on her lips. The day Whisper had arrived was the day that she met Harry. As Harry made a fuss of the filly, she watched the mare. The mare was absolutely beautiful, and Remii stepped forward to offer her hand out to the mare. As Harry wrote a message, she ran her fingers up and down the mares face in a gentle caress. The mare sighed contently, and Remii chuckled. As she read the note, Magick snuffled the paper which obscured the note momentarily. This made the girl roll her eyes, but she also laughed. When Magick decided that it wasn't anything of interest, Remii was finally able to read it. She looked at Harry and then at the filly, no name really came to mind as she stared at her. Remii gave a brief shrug, something may come to her soon though.

She gave Magick one more pat before following Harry to the next pen. The mare wouldn't have been something that caught her eye if she were healthy in all honesty. But the fact that she was underweight and very, very nervous made her worry. Remii studied the mare, unsure what to make of her. On one hand, it would be nice for Harry to have her as a project. But on the other, with Casey still nervous and the fact that he'd just bought a mare with a foal at her foot, she wouldn't be a good choice. She was still staring at the mare when Harry handed her the note again. She pursed her lips as she thought, and then finally shook her head. Her own pen was retrieved from her pocket, and she added her answer to the paper. "I don't think so. She'll take a lot of work, fair enough if she were a Fade. Fade won't take to long to get a bit of life into her. But this one will need so much attention that your other horses will have to take a back seat." All the words were a matter of fact. She handed him the note and wondered his reaction. She'd hope he would understand where she was coming from. Her oracles remained on the mare, and not even Remii would have been willing to take on the mare. She glanced along the line of the pen and saw someone she recognized watching the mare. Cara Kitchi. She had been at the academy with both herself and Harry. A slight smile lifted at the corners of Remii's lips, Cara would be perfect to take on the mare.

The girl wanted to get back to Fade and be out of the auction now, the amount of people was just increasing to try and snap up a good deal. She also knew that Riddle would be creating a fuss outside. She looked at Harry and then pointed in the general direction to where Fade was. She set of, slipping through the maze of a crowd and ended up right in front of the pen she had been hoping for. She smiled at the woman who was sat beside Fade. The mare had her head held up a little further again when Remii came into sight. That made the girl smile even wider. She let herself into the pen, and went over to the mare. She ran her hand down the neck of the mare and watched as the woman rose and went to collect the head collar and lead rope. Remii took it and carefully placed it onto the mares head. Fade responded with little emotion, but let Remii do what she needed. "Take good care of her, please." The woman asked her softly, and Remii nodded and reached out to place her hand on the woman's arm. It was to assure her, and it seemed to work. Remii then opened the pen and began to lead the mare out to where Riddle and Casey were.

Riddle perked her audits when Remii and Fade came into view. She whinnied excitedly, and released her jaws from the lead rope she had been chewing on. Remii's free hand was brought up to her face and ran down it in an exasperated manner. There was no common sense in the damn Gypsy Vanner. Why would she chew a lead rope? She shook her head in defeat, there was no getting through to her. Fade rose her head at Riddle's greeting, a soft nicker leaving her. Remii looked at the mare in surprise, she hadn't expected that. She walked Fade closer and allowed Riddle to press her maw into Fade's neck. Fade offered no reaction, but at least she didn't recoil or lash out. She stood silent as usual as she awaited Harry to emerge from the building, rubbing her hand up and down Fade's face as they waited.

so this is me swallowing my pride
standing in front of you saying sorry
--------------------------------- for that night and i go back to december

.tagged. Lottii
.words. 855
.outfit. coming?!
.notes. Really didn't like this "/
.lyrics. back to december - t.s.
.credit. <33 @ CAUTION 2.0

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[Onzy]

Jemma rushed to get dressed. She had no idea what to expect from the auction, but the last time she had actually bought a horse from the Auction, it was DJ, and she still loved her mare. Spartan was also one her previously abused horses, and turned out to be a fantastic show jumper. She had had several exciting days at the College, and she had reunited with Callum. Jemma had arranged to meet him at the Auction, so she wondered if he was there already. English weather was so different to what she was used to, so she wore the one thing she really could wear. Jeans, cowboy boots and flannel shirt. A Yale hoodie was slung over her arm as she locked her dorm door. A black truck stood in the parking lot, and she started it with a quiet purr. Stopping by the barns, Jemma hooked on the two birth horse box with the help of a groom. Soon ready she set off for the Auction.

It wasn't hard to miss, as it was marked by several large float, trucks and people looking at the horses there were to offer.She hadn't seen Callum's truck yet so she parked and opened the box door so the nobody would park behind her. Slowly she made her was through the pens and came across a dark bay to black gelding. Some scars stood out, and Jemma felt her heart tugging towards the horse. He was friendly enough towards her, but was hesitant.

STATUS//COMPLETE
TAGGED//LOTTI ETC...
LYRICS//I'LL BE THERE//THE PARLOTONES
LISTENING TO//I DON'T LIKE MONDAYS WITH JOHN VLISMAS
OUTFIT//COMING
CREDIT//to ME from PEC.

[Lottii]

PICTURE HERE! [

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So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
(We tore down the walls I built around myself )
I WAS STRUCK BY THE LIGHT AND I FELL TO THE GROUND

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Harry grinned, Remii was clearly amused by Magick. When she laughed his eyes twinkled slightly, before they moved on to the not-so-likely mare's pen. She read his note and wrote her own response, which he accepted with a nod. What she had brought up were the things which has stopped him from buying the mare without her opinion first, mainly the issue of her taking up too much time. He smiled as Remii set off, eager to get Fade home he was sure. Shaking his head mockingly as she set off at speed, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to the friendly secretary he had met when he arrived. The college had a couple of spare horse trucks and he knew students were - with permission - allowed to use them to transport horses. Harry almost instantly got a reply back, of course he could borrow one, and he set off outside to catch up with Remii, Fade and Riddle.

With a last glance towards Mistress, he saw what Remii had been looking at. A student from Blue Ridge, Cara, appeared interested in her. Harry thought of his first meeting with anyone at the school, Cara had given him advice on how to help Casey when she had first been rescued. Shaking the thought from his head, he trailed after Remii. One eye up and watching where he was going, the other was focused on a note he was scribbling explaining he would be coming back for Magick and her foal. As he emerged from the doors, his eyes glanced first over at his mare, who was warily eying up Fade, and then to Remii. Passing the note to the girl, he smiled slightly, still not over the idea of how freely he could express emotion around her. Rubbing Casey's forehead, he pulled down the stirrups and tightened her girth ready to mount. With a quick look at Remii to see if she was ready, he hopped lightly onto the chestnut's back, his hand caressing her withers to remind her she was waiting for a moment.

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(T A G ? !) Syncy/Cara
( W O R D S ? !) 300ish
( S T A T U S ? !) Done!
( O U T F I T ? !) ...
( N O T E S ? !) I hate it :/
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by papa roach

[Cara]

Cara was watching the small mare intently, trying to decide whether she wanted another Phoenix or not - as that is who Stylish Mistress reminded her of. A smile played on her lips, knowing that if she bought the mare, no one could take her away.

"Can I help you, little Miss?"

Cara turned at the sound of a voice beside and slightly behind her. "How much would you like?" She arched an eyebrow as the man took a started step backward when she had turned, he obviously wasn't expecting her mature face to go with her small height and build.

"The meat man is offering me 100." He replied as he looked the girl up and down.

Cara's other eyebrow shot up, she knew the game he was playing. "I'll give you 150 and not a penny more."

"Done!" They exchanged money, shook hands and the deal was done.

Cara slipped through the fence and headed toward where the chestnut stood. She stopped when Mistress danced backward, throwing her head up in fear. "You're okay." The girl said softly as she held out her hand toward the mare. "I'm not going to hurt you." Dropping her hand she sat down on the dusty ground of the pen, knowing that she now had an audience behind here. Keeping all her movements slow, she took the pack off her back. Opening it, she removed a yellow halter, the smaller of the two, followed by a lead rope, did the pack back up and slipped it back into place.

It didn't take long before the pretty mare stepped forward, her neck stretched out toward the girl. She jumped backward as her nose touched the human's head, but stepped forward again and her muzzle explored the girl's face.

Taking the opportunity, Cara blew gently up the mare's nose without moving and grinned as the mare hesitated for a heartbeat and blew back before her continued her exploring with her muzzle. Cara slowly rose to her feet and placed a gently hand on the chestnut's nose. She then gently put the halter on the pony's face and quietly led her from the pen.

Before they headed put to the girl's truck and float, she walked past the dapple grey mare once more. Cara frowned in concentration as she looked at the horse. The Holsteiner she would be able to ride now, and if fit enough maybe even enter in a couple of shows. Her attention was pulled toward the voice of the lady selling the mare and a man beside her, they seemed to be arguing over the mare - he wanted the grey yet the lady was trying to tell him that the horse didn't like men. Drawing in a breath, Cara walked up to them with the chestnut pony walking beside her. "Would you accept 200 for her?" She asked over top of the man.

"Done!" The lady beamed toward the girl as she turned her attention away from the now thunderous looking man.

Again, money exchanged and hands were shook. Cara allowed the woman to collect the mare for her and with two horses in tow, she led them from the auction house and out to her waiting float.

After loading both mares - the chestnut didn't want to load so Cara had blindfolded the mare and walked her around for a bit before leading her up the ramp - Cara pulled out her cell phone and called the College to let them know she was coming back with two animals.

[Lottii]

Melody sat silently in the horse truck on its way to Park Equine College. It was the first time she had boarded for education, and she was somewhat anxious about it. Not that she would even consider showing that emotion, not with her brother sat next to her, driving. The 'evil twin' as she thought of him in her head. She spotted a sign for an auction about a mile off the town, and turned to speak to Aaron. "Can we stop by the auction? You might even find a horse you will ride, if it's not one of his". The last word was spoke in a slightly sarcastic tone, she never understood the hatred he frequently showed towards the man she couldn't quite bring herself to call dad, their step-father.

The boy sighed at the comment from his sister. He still resented his mother from dragging him away from his real father, eight years ago, even though he could understand why. Replying in the clipped tone reserved for his sister, he replied to her. "Sure. Why not". Melody's horse was the one in the back of the truck, he has turned down all the offers to bring one of the warmblood's from his step-father's, sorry the family's, stud farm. Sighing loudly, he cursed inside his head. Despite this, he did actually quite want a horse with him at the academy, which was the only reason he agreed to his sister's suggestion rather than biting her head off. As the truck juddered to a halt in the parking lot of the auction house, he jumped out leaving Melody behind.

Striding into the room, a large number of horses were marked as sold, or the pens stood empty. The first equine to catch his eye was a very defiant looking pony. The similarity amused him, a grin toying at the corners of his mouth. Heading over, he was rewarded from offering his hand by the bay attempting to nip his fingers. Scanning through her notes, his grin spread and when he was approached by the seller, a short discussion left him a hundred pounds worse off, but with a pony in tow. Glad the float could hold four horses - god knows how many his sister would turn up with - he spent a few moments catching the pony, ending with the bruise to prove it! Leading the horse out, he loaded Dizzy Riot up before climbing into the cab to wait for Mel to turn up.

Mel, on the other hand, had stopped at the first horse she came across. Standing about a hand higher than her Swedish Warmblood, Royal, the bright chestnut was clearly a warmblood of sorts. Taking a closer look, she instantly fell in love with the excited looking horse. It seemed that would be his permanent mood, rather than simply a result of being in a new situation, and reading through his papers confirmed this. A Namibian Warmblood, she noted, highly regarded for their jumping ability. At 10 years old, it would give her a horse to compete on now, allowing her more time to bring Royal on nice and slowly. Light This Fuse... a barn name didn't spring to mind, but she soon heard footsteps approaching her. Mel spent in excess of 10 minutes trying to negotiate a good price, not being one to assert herself forcefully or make people uncomfortable. In the end she walked away fairly happy with the price she had paid, although it was a lot the horse had talent to spare. Purchasing a headcollar and rope from a tack stand, she grinned at her brother as she led Light This Fuse into the truck. Her small 5'4" frame was dwarfed by the large horse.

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Callum's beat up car pulled up outside the auction house, spluttering to a stop. The sound made him smile, reminding of the truck he had owned for his time at Blue Ridge. A trailer was attached to the back a little hopefully, he wasn't intending to buy a horse but he didn't want to be stuck without transport if he did. Jemma's truck was parked close by, so he wandered inside keeping an eye out for her. None of the horses left grasped his attention, but he soon spotted the girl he was looking for. She was stood near a stunning warmblood, albeit looking a little battle scarred. He grinned as he approached her, "Are you interested in buying him?"

[Onzy]

jemma watched as the gelding moved. His trot was elastic and smooth, and she could only imagine his jump. His eye was slightly wild, but it could be expected from one that had been through so much. Once he stood still long enough, Jemma analysed him fully. Well built, and proud was just some of the words that she found to describe him. She whispered soothing words to the gelding and slowly he came towards her. She blew into his nostrils, and waited for his response which came soon after. He had accepted her, and Jemma was already figuring out how much she was going to pay for him when Callum approached.

She heard his question, but held up a finger to silence him. Jemma saw the reaction to Callum, as it involved an angry snort from the gelding who wheeled away and went to stand as far away as possible. Yup. He's gonna be a lot of work, but he kinda reminds me of Spartan, she replied. Spartan had been in a worse condition than this, and he turned out to be a wonderful horse, as most horses were. Jemma threaded her fingers through Callum's before she was approached by the dealer. He looked slight dodgy, but she stared the man down. 150 and I don't care if he was destined to become the next champion, she told the man in her business like voice. She had inherited her grandfathers skill with transactions, and the dealer could do nothing but nod and take the money.

Well, I'm done for the day. What about you? she asked with a friendly smile. She would collect the gelding before she left, and cast one last glance to the horse who was standing in a dejected manner in the back of the pen. Jemma knew that apart from Rescue Remedy she would add some other essences to treat the horse for his depression etc.

STATUS//COMPLETE
TAGGED//LOTTI ETC...
LYRICS//I'LL BE THERE//THE PARLOTONES
LISTENING TO//KE$HA
OUTFIT//COMING
CREDIT//to ME from PEC.

[Sync]

get your hands on the cup,
(HOW MANY ROUNDS TIL YOU CAN'T STAND UP)

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He didn't essentially need a new horse, but Evan was bored and wanted something to work with. Now that Remii was occupied with her boyfriend, she rarely had time for him. He wrinkled his nose as he thought, he knew she'd just picked up a new horse from the auction he was just arriving at, which meant less time with him. The male sighed, parking his car which had the small, two equine, horse box attached to the back of it. Pushing negative thoughts from his mind, he zeroed in on what he was looking for. He didn't ride often, he'd already found a couple of people around the town to ride both Paddy and Clover, so he wanted a problem pony to work with. Departing the car, he walked almost silently toward the auction house. He found it funny when both he and Remii walked aside each other, neither of them seemed to make a sound when they walked. A soft smile hinted at his lips as he pushed the door open, scanning the area to see what was still on offer. It was quite late in the day, the last of the people seemed to be leaving. Scanning around him, there seemed to be only two horses left. Walking along the empty pens, he paused outside the quarter horses' pen. She truly was a beautiful mare, and he was impressed by what was said about her, but she wasn't what he was looking for. Shame Remii wasn't a Western rider though, she would be lovely for her. Patting the mares neck and telling her goodbye, he set off toward the other pen holding a specimen inside.

His gray green oracles swept over the small gelding. Chuckling when he pinned his audits and bared his ivories, Evan already knew this was what he was looking for. Looking at the vendor, he frowned. The man was glaring back at him, impatiently tapping his foot as if to tell Evan to hurry up. Deciding to be infuriating, Evan slowly reached out for the clip board. He heard the sigh and then the shuffling of the man turning around, which caused the older gentleman to smirk childishly. Reading through the information, Now You See Me, Now You Don't was becoming more and more perfect. Evan knew he would have to shorten his name though, he may even change it. He looked back at the cute dun, who was now pawing at the ground violently. Evan was just grinning. He'd never dealt with Miniature ponies, he'd always had Irish Sport Horses. The first time he'd dealt with other breeds was when Remii had moved her brood over to Ireland with her and he'd been taken with Whisper. But, he knew he wouldn't be able to look after the wonderful gelding as Remii had hinted briefly, Whisper was hard work and very highly strung in his manners. There was also the fact that he and Riddle were inseparable. Pushing away the thoughts of his granddaughters horses, he focused on the miniature in front of him.

Clearing his throat to grab the attention of the vendor. Once he'd turned around, Evan was all business. "Says 'ere you bought him for 20 quid," he started in his more casual, usual way of speaking, running his finger over the writing. The man's face soured, but nodded curtly. "So you think he ain't worth much. In that case, i'll give you profit and pay 35 for 'im." he said matter of factly, raising a hand to stop the other man's protests. The vendor, obviously annoyed but wanting to get rid of the menace nodded once more and Evan handed over the money. "Bring 'im out front, I'll be waiting by the small, navy horse box." Nodding slightly to the man, he turned and made his way through the remaining crowds, and stood outside his vehicle. It didn't take long for the man and pony to appear, causing Evan to flinch when he saw how roughly the other man was handling the gelding. Going to meet them, he took the lead rope and dismissed the man, leading the stubborn pony toward the horse box which was already open. As he half dragged the dun into the box, he pondered names. None really came to mind, but he was sure it would appear soon enough. Making sure the gelding was secure, he locked up the rear door of the box and then made his way to the front of his car. Now all he had to worry about was how the newbie and Evan's other pets would get on. He could already picture Paddy and Yogi cowering away from the feisty brute, and he could also see Clover and Max ganging up on him. The man rolled his oracles, but couldn't keep the slight smile lifting at his lips.

tag N/A word count 809 notes Tis okay ^^ outfit N/A credits ammylouise @ caution for the coding, paradiso girls for lyrics.

[Onzy]

Lestat parked the truck and trailer in an open space. His other two horses were settled in well, but there was a third stall that needed filling. Lestat was hoping that there was something that caught his eye. Pulling up the handbrake, Lestat opened the door and left. Entering the Auction house, he noticed how few horses were left. Walking around a spot of colour caught his eye.

A pretty Tobiano gelding stood forlornly in his pen. Walking up to the gelding, the horse raised his head and flicked his ears every which way. He looked about three years of age, and went by the name of Euro Phonic. The paper also said that he was a Dutch Warmblood. Smooching to the horse, Lestat watched as he walked. Long loose stride that would be great for dressage. He had a wide, friendly eye. The dealer stood close by and wathced Lestat. I'll give you 250 for him. The dealer nodded and took the check that Lestat gave him. Leading the horse out, he felt that Phonic was slightly nervous, but would soon relax.

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STATUS : COMPLETE
NOTES : WRITE SUMTHING
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
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BANNER CREDIT : TANA
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CLOSED

This auction is now closed as all of the horses have been bought. Come again to the next one!