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[Aye-Aye Eye]

The slightly flower perfumed air thickened as the garden loop neared the barn. Judas roved his chocolate eyes towards the horses grazing, beautiful they may look you couldn't pay him to touch one of them. Blood-thirsty. The ripe hay and animal sweat wasn't unpleasant and he continued along the flower beds to the forked pay leading to the interior of the barn.

[peachie.]

Alison wipped the sweat off of her forehead as she worked. She stood beside the barn, filling a bucket full of water with the hose for Oak. Her brown qaurter horse was out in the field grazing, resting from jumping practice. Her dog, Bruce, ran up to her his tail wagging quickly. Her lips curling up into a smile as she reached down and pet him. She jumped back when water started over flowing the bucket. She ran over to the tap, her riding boots thudding on the dirt. She reached down and fiddled with the tap, turning the water off.

[Aye-Aye Eye]

Judas was decidedly uncomfortable. He hadn't been around horses since his mom had broken her collarbone in a riding accident and the thought still weighed on his mind. It was impressive how calm other students could be around the two thousand pound blocks of muscle. He exhaled, peeking a bit into the shaded stable and gave the wooden door a tentative knock.

[peachie.]

Alison sighed, relieved she didn't waste anymore water. Then she heard a knock from the door. She arched an eyebrow. Who would need to knock to enter the stable. Quietly she walked towards the door. She pulled down the half sleeves of her shirt, making sure her scars were covered just before she reached the door. She saw a young man standing there, looking in. "Um, Hello." She greeted him.

[Aye-Aye Eye]

He pulled his nose away from the door in time to see the girl approaching, "Oh, hi. It's dark in there compared to outside, I didn't see anyone." Crap. That sounded suspicious. He didn't mean for it to come across that way. " Am I allowed to come in or do you need school permission?" Judas leaned back into the sunshine and slid his hands into the well-worn pockets of his jeans. The building was nice. But it felt like he was rambling.

[peachie.]

Alison watched him quietly as he spoke, shifting foot to foot. "It's alright." She replied quietly. She wasn't the best person to talk to, especially since she was the leader of the outcasts. "Anyone is allowed in." She spoke and stepped aside, giving him room to come inside if he wished. A horse in the stall next to her snorted and she reached out, touching it's snout through the metal bars of the door. The animal was immeditatly calmed by her touch.

[Aye-Aye Eye]

Judas nearly jumped by the animal's sudden exhale. He wasnt normally scared of much, but damn. Cars are so much more reliable. " I really don't want to, I've just never been to see this place." His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could see the gentle nose of the horse reach out to the girl before him. " I'm Judas, by the way." The horses head caught his attention for only a moment longer before he backstepped into the sunlight once more.

[peachie.]

Alison watched him jump. So he's the kind who is scared of the animals. "Okay, suit yourself." She spoke. She reached back and tapped the horses nose. From the gesture the horse stepped back. She was thankful for her animal talents. She looked back at Judas. "I'm Alison." she said introducing herself. She wondered how she looked in his view; a girl in riding pants, a gray t-shirt, muddy riding boots on an long straight brown hair that was probably frizzy from her helmet.

[Aye-Aye Eye]

"Are you busy, or maybe need some help?" She looked like she had been busy, and happy. Her boots looked happy, if clothes could look happy. Judas supposed that they got a lot of wear. He felt slightly self-conscious in the worn red plaid western-style shirt, it seemed like a cowboy kind of shirt and Alison had to have noticed his hesitation towards the animal next to them. That was ridiculous, he couldn't just avoid horses because of something that hadn't even involved him.

[peachie.]

Alison shrugged lightly. "I was just feeding them, do you think you would be able to help?" She asked. She tugged some of her brown hair, patiently awaiting his answer. The stable was filled with the quiet sound of the breathing of the horses, the crunching of hay underneath their hooves and the occasional snorts of the animals. "Or . . . are you afraid?" She asked shyly.