Welcome to the Olympics!(Horse&Rider Rp)(OPEN&ACCEPTING)

[wickedbvnes]

Daniel found the mare's stall, and put her in. He untacked her, and filled up her water. Daniel locked the stall, and then attended to Oakely. After he was finished with him, he jogged to where Asta was being treated. '...no riding for three months...' he heard. Daniel sighed. 'Damn.'

[jet pack blues]

Guniviere watched the kind boy walk away from her stall. She nickered after him, watching him disappear before dipping her head in her fresh water bucket and taking a long, deep sip.

Ásta wiped her red eyes as the doctor unexpectedly drew back her curtains. She ducked her head down, watching as Morag chewed out the doctor. She dropped her eyes, spotting Daniel in the background. She frowned, wondering how much he'd heard. She spoke up, "Thank you for getting my horse." She was still worried about her most precious cargo; she never had bucked her off before, so she was worried.

The doctor shook his head. "No, boy," he hissed. "There is nothing you or her or I can do other than let her get better. Now unless you would like to put her in bed for even longer, then I suggest you keep her off that mule of hers!"

[wickedbvnes]

Daniel stormed into the room, his eyes dark with anger. 'Don't you dare call any horse a mule! You, sir, can get off your high horse, come back down to earth, and act like a human! It is nobody's fault the lass fell off!' Daniel roared. He hated it when anyone called a horse a derogatory name. 'Now, find a way to fix this poor girl, or I'll take her to the nearest qualified hospital and do it myself.' he spat.

[Alpha*]

Morag viciously snarls a spew of profanities and stalks over to her bed. "Asta, Lass.. ye cahn't ride fer a while, ye joost gotta rest. Awlright? In bed the whole weekend, no riding fer three months. Lots of fluids and rest.." he murmmers. He has slammed his hat onto his head, but the fear for her in his eyes is cast on to Daniel. This is so unfair, she'd worked so hard. "Dahniel, I'M A qualified Doc, the soonest she can ride Gently is in a week-to-ten days."

[jet pack blues]

Ásta furrowed her white blonde eyebrows, frowning. "Daniel," she said, but her words went unheard as he kept on at the doctor. She watched as Morag approached, sitting in her bed. She didn't have three months to spare! "I don't have time for that," she said, her voice cracking as she fought off more tears. "I can't just sit around. Who will ride Bouncy?" More thoughts and questions. Filled her mind, worrying her. At last, she gave up and sat back. "Can we please leave now?" she asked - no, begged - Morag.

The doctor smirked as he walked away. "Thank you," he said coldly to them. "Get well soon."

[Alpha*]

Morag's hands clench in a spastic impulse to deck the doctor, an impulse which he barely surpresses. "Alright, joost, wrap yer arms around my neck." he moves and gently cradles her to him. "I'll take ye to yer mare. Me an Ketch." he murmmers, not straitening propperly. Ketch is busy crunching an apple slowly, waiting for his rider.

[jet pack blues]

Ásta sniffled, reluctantly grabbing onto Morag's neck. She was eager to see Bouncy again, but was slightly scared that she would be rough as before. "She didn't mean to," she murmured, longing to see the mare. "She's never bucked me off," she added on.

[Alpha*]

Morag sighs and strides from the medical bay with her in his arms. Out at the horse he murmmers a "Take a knee" again, which, after bobbing his head Ketch does as he is bid. "Perhaps not, but all the same, she needs to be trained again." he answers softly. Gently, he sets her onto Ketch's back and once settles makes that mournful whistle-sound which causes him to stand. "Let us wait for Daniel, he is after all, conserned and here for you."

[wickedbvnes]

Daniel ran a rough, callused hand though his hair, striding out to walk beside Morag, Asta and the horse. 'Aye, it was just a piece of bad luck.' Dan sighed, shaking his head. 'I put yer mare into the stall, and gave her some water.'

[landofmakebelieve]

(@Katniss
You're still not making long enough posts. That's a strike)