1x1 with Scottish Girl

[Shinnybear]

Ashlyn watched the horses with interest, watching their muscles appear as they cantered fast around the track. Although the dirt was flying, but that didn't wreck her view. They were absolutely stunning. When the loud speaker announced the winner, she couldn't help but laugh. "I think you might of been too cocky, father. Either that or it was that stallion," She couldn't help but joke about it. I mean, once she heard what she had, she definitely wanted to side with him. Just because the horse her father bought was a champion didn't mean that he couldn't be beaten.
Ashlyn happily followed her father, still wanting to laugh rather hard. Beaten, unusually. A good turn of events, of course, in her mind. It was great to see someone beat this 'amazing' horse. She gripped the book that was still in her hands, weaving through the crowd with her father, hearing the buzz about the win. She was impressed, most certainly. That was quite the feat, though she could only imagine that it was painful. That's the only thing she hated about it. She had never had a broken bone, luckily, and she never did want to have one. She only heard of such things told from her younger sister Erin. She had had two already, and she was only ten. Erin was a rough little girl, though. Strong, too. Never cried once.
"Well, those two did a good job to have to get a photo finish," Ashlyn glanced at Andrew, smiling slightly. "And especially for Andrew and his broken arm." She thought of it as a feat. Nothing less, nothing more. "Must of been rough on him."

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew barely looked up as he heard his name being said. He sat with his legs against heis stomach at the side of he stables, not far away from his master. He had already taken a tablet and the pain was already going. A maid took a plate of something out to him. It looking like a stew, but not very much, less then what was needed to keep a jockey going. Andrew picked at it, but was keeping half an eye on them. His mater smiled and shook hands with her father,"Good isn't he! First time he has ever been to this doi try, brought him up from Scotland lager week, spent a forums on him, has only ever lost one race in his life," he said proudly. Her father looked at his daughter,"You go look around, we are going to go talk," he said and the two walked away I to the next stables.

[Shinnybear]

Ashlyn looked between the two, and when she was told to look around, she nodded as if she were going to obey. One glance around was all she needed, then she opened her book and went back to reading. Page 269 was marked with the ribbon scraped she had grabbed. It was belonged to Erin, but knowing her, she ripped it up in a day's time. She took it and kept it as a bookmark. That was the only reason. Ashlyn had never favored ribbons. Too girly for her. But, you know, she had occasions where she had to wear them. "That was a great win, Andrew. You should be proud, especially with your arm." She said out of nowhere, eyes focused on the black words scribbled onto the pages. It went a little deeper into birds, though these were just based off of some curiosity of them, observations. It saddened her that it couldn't be better. It was written down neatly, but the neatness didn't matter. The book, at this point, was just talking about different birds' behaviors, called Bird Minds. Not creative. Not creative at all.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew looked up from his food in surprise. He had never been given credit for something he had done before, and no master had ever called him Andrew, they always called him Rollo, which he hated. Andrew looked up at her with stared blue eyes,"Th...Thank you ma'am," he said, rather surprised. Andrew looked back down at his food, and sighed softly, moving the plate from his lap. Andrew looked exhausted, he hadn't slept in three days, and he had to work from sunrise to sundown, which didn't help at all. Andre spur the plate down and out his hat in his lap and fiddled with the strap, waiting for his master.

[Shinnybear]

Ashlyn looked down at him smiling. She let a little giggle escape her lips before saying anything else. "You seem startled...and just call me Ashlyn...well, when no one who actually cares is around. I don't like formalities." She had a happy tone in her voice, a bright sparkle in her eyes. Overall, she seemed completely ecstatic at the moment. Probably because her father was gone and that she could actually tell him to call her Ashlyn when no one was around. Oh, would she have probably gotten a bad look right about now. Well, she still would of done it anyways. "Is it different to hear someone say your actual name, not Rollo?" She held her book in her hands, a finger enclosed in between the back side and front side of the cover, just to keep her place. She had the ribbon, though she wasn't using it. It probably would of been easier than using her finger.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew shook his head softly,"My master makes me call everyone ma'am or master," he said softly, still fiddling with his helmet. There was the sound of footsteps and the two came walking back,"Well come on Darling, your mother is taking you shopping for a slave," he said with a smile, his hands in his pockets,"Andrew, go wait in the car," said Andrew master. Andrew sighed softly and scrambled up, slipping into his masters land rover and sitting with his head bowed. Andrew pulls off his jockey jumper and pulled on a black shirt, roughling his hair as he sat back in the car and waited for him.

[Shinnybear]

"Oh, so that is what that was about?" Ashlyn raised an eyebrow at her father before shaking her head with a small smile. No wonder. She should of thought of that before. Oh well. She glanced at the cover of her book before looking to her father. A sweet smile made its way onto her face. She already had a thought that might be good. Well, to her at least. Maybe not to her father. She put her mouth close to her father's ear, cupping her hands, "Why not do that right now? Why not Andrew? It'd save mother the trouble of taking me out today." Ashlyn backed off, mimicking that sweet smile she had given him earlier. SHe didn't care much about going to buy slaves. She had seen some of them dragged by masters, others taken patiently. Auctioning off a life was just unbelievable. "Please?"

[Scottish Girl]

Her father raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Andrew who was sitting in the car, then turned to his master,"How much, theoretically, would the boy cost to buy?" he asked and the man smiled. He thought for a moment,"Ahh well, he would cost at least 50 million," he said, raising his eyebrows. Her father froze, then stepped back,"I will buy him for you if you never tell your mother how much I spent on him," he whispered and turned to the man,"We will take him," he said and they shook hands. The man smiled,"You can come pick him up in a few hours, along with the money," he said and stepped into the car, closing the door and driving off. Her father sighed,"Your mother will kill me you know, all your siblings got slaves that cost under a thousand found, fifty million!" he said with a sigh, as the chauffeur drove up.

[Scottish Girl]

Bump

[Shinnybear]

Ashlyn looked at her father, cocking her head. "Well, she'll kill me, too. We'll both get killed." She smiled slightly, putting her hands behind her back. "Oh, but she has a secret, too. You don't want to know how much she spent on Erin last year." She whistled, looking to her side as if she had said nothing. "More than that, I assure you," She whispered before treating herself to the honor of getting in herself. It was the truth, though. The evidence was in Erin's room, in her closet. She had things that were worth a fortune in there, barely wore them or tore them up. Ashlyn had been in there once or twice looking for something that Erin took. That rough girl was the true definition of a spoiled brat.

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((Was gonna reply, but I fell asleep. Then I went outside to treat my horses to carrots and spent some time with 'em. :P))