Owner: razzberry
Show Name: Kiss Me I'm Irish
Barn Name: Aengus
Behind The Name: Pronounced "eng + iss"
Aengus is a name of Irish origin. From aon comes
the meaning "excellent" and from gus comes the
meaning "strength" and "vigour". Aengus was the
god of love and of youth. His words were as sweet
as honey, attracting bees and birds. He fell deeply
in love with a beautiful girl he saw in a dream and
passed through many trials, including turning
himself into a swan, to win her love.
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Halter color: Green and white gradient
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Gold
What do you like most about this Khim?:
I absolutely adore the fact that he's a manchado.
It is my all time favourite marking found on a ho
rse and it looks stunning on him. The fact that h
e carries the silver gene is not lost on me and m
akes me excited that I could add him to my gang
of silver gene khim's as well as be the first manc
hado i have received.What is his Personality?:
Aengus is a lover, not a fighter. If it ever came
down to choosing between peace and war, you
find him making friendship bracelets with the
best of them. This stallion, while he prefers to
avoid confrontation and violence, is very family
oriented and devotes himself to remaining loyal
to and protecting his family and those he loves
until his last breath, meaning Aengus would not
hesitate to jump in the defence of a threatened
loved one. He's not really an equine that is so
much unpredictable than he is obvious, hinting
that his "lover not a fighter" label just about su
ms up who he is as an individual. Aengus has a
huge heart and will give out love to all those he
meets, should they accept it. He will go out of
his way to make someone else's day brighter and
will sometimes even take the burden's of others
on as his own just so that they do not have to ca
rry the weight on their shoulders.
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How have you two bonded?
He was anxious and timid when he first arrived at the stables and was rather quiet for a horse his age. I was not the initial stablehand chosen to tend to his needs and see to it that he settled in all right, but after a string of events occurred in the span of a week, the responsibility and opportunity to grow closer to Aengus was given to me.
On the first day he arrived at the stables was the same day I had begun my so called "stable probation" for a mix up that had occurred the day before. I had turned out the wrong horse into the wrong pasture for the second time and had been exempted from my riding privileges for a week because the horse in question had ingested a steady amount of buttercups, a plant that is highly poisonous to horses and even fatal if eaten in large doses. The unlucky part was, two of the horses I had to turn out that day were twins, a rare case indeed, and it was extremely difficult to tell the difference between them. Usually they had custom made halters on that said their names - "Hickory" and "Doc" - yet on that day their halters hadn't been put on and I had turned out Doc in the pasture that was meant for Hickory. It was a common mistake that was followed by an event that could not have been predicted by anyone since the patch of buttercups was on the other side of the fence (Doc had evidently stuck his head between the fence to get to the flowers).
So I was tending to my new stablehand duties for the week when Aengus first arrived, shaking but quiet. I had previous knowledge that the young stallion hailed from Ireland which meant the journey was a long one.
He wouldn't eat or let anyone touch him after being put in his stall and he wasn't sleeping too well either. The whole stable had grown worried for his health and didn't know what they were supposed to do except wait for him to grow accustomed to his surroundings. It was by chance, some days after, that the music that played from my phone speaker was an Irish folk song with no lyrics, only instruments. The song seemed to shock something in the new arrival and as I was sweeping the stable aisle, the gentle nicker came from his direction and I turned, being greeted by eagerly perked ears and interested eyes. Taking a chance, I moved closer with my hand outstretched yet apprehension swam through me that Aengus would actually let me touch him. I was pleasantly surprised when he lipped my fingers gently and pushed his velvety muzzle into the palm of my hand. It seemed all he needed was a little reminder of home and then it his me. Aengus was homesick. It had all begun to fall into place now, everything began to make sense as I put the pieces of the puzzle together. The next day I returned to his stall and let the music play through my phone while filling up his feed bucket and placing it in his stall, hoping that the music would put him at ease enough to eat. Sure enough, it did.
That was how we bonded. That simple tune that had played by chance that day solved a puzzle that no one could figure out. I played the song for him whenever I needed to touch him to put his halter on, take it off or groom him. Whenever he needed to be fed and to put him to sleep at night. Eventually he grew so familiar and accustomed to me that with anyone else, even if they played the song for him, he wouldn't know what to do and would revert back to the way he was when he first arrived.
