---BIRD SONG,

[tallulah grace montgomery]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and you can't hold me down Tally had been working on the property all day. Random things here and there had needed to be done and since she was there and not doing anything, Tally decided she'd wake up bright and early and jump on it. The blonde had been working since five in the morning. For a while she had been working with the stable hands, but they'd gone their separate ways and now she was out in the fields, mending a fence on her own. A feeling of absolute boredom swept over her then, and Tally decided to put her tools away and go to visit Rags. She walked into the barn and let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting before wandering over to the chestnuts stall. "Hey buddy! How about we go for a ride?" Tally took him out of his stall and led him out to the aisle, where she quickly groomed and tacked him up. The gelding was in good spirits today, and that made her happy. He had his off days, and when that happened it always affected the way their rides went. Today would be a good one, and the thought made her smile. Once she had tacked Rags up, she led him outside and mounted up in the yard. It was a cool day today, in the mid 70s and the breeze was blowing through the yard. The leaves were already starting to turn and Tally could feel fall approaching. It was her favorite season, especially with her birthday coming up. But she didn't want to think about that right now. Another year older. Yeesh. The blonde led the gelding out to the trails at a leisurely walk. This was by far her favorite trail to take. Being alone made it even better- nothing but her, Rags, and the woods. Some of the fallen leaves crunched under the horses hooves, and she could hear birds tweeting in the trees. The sun twinkled in through the leaves and bounced off the ground, and Tally found herself admiring the land she'd lived on her whole life as the pair moved along the creek. This will make a good place to stop for a moment. she thought to herself as she brought Rags to a halt. She pulled off the to the side and stared for a moment, lost in thought. It was nice after a busy day to just stop and think, without having a single thing to do. cause I belong to the hurricane tagged chance!words 410muse good!notes Sorry it's kinda short! Next post will be better. :3 credits irisheyes of C.20

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[eamon padraig o'kieff]

Eamon had yet to spend a full day exploring. The heat of Tennessee had mostly rooted him to the barns and indoor schools to get his horses used to the new climate. Phoenix, as usual, had been completely stoic about the whole experience, simply moving into his new stable and munching on the provided fodder. Seal hadn't caused him much trouble either, spending one night a little angstily, but settling quickly without much fuss. But, of course, Sandy had to be a pain. She was always a pain, with more attitude than drive and more brains than respect. Some days Eamon wondered if she'd ever be suited to the lifestyle of a professional eventer. She most definitely had the ability, the pure, raw talent, but there seemed very little way to persuade her that she wanted to do what was asked rather than what took her fancy at the time. But, she had now settled into her new paddock, kicking up her heels and stretching her legs after the long flight over.

But, now, with a day to spare and countryside to explore, the young Irishman could step out into the sunlight with a saddle and bridle over one arm. He'd thought about taking Seal out, knowing that soon he'd be selling the beautiful mare, letting her climb higher up the ladder. But...well, this was his living. He bought, trained and sold horses, he couldn't get too attached. But, he always did. His first fully trained horse, Cyrus, had been an asshole, an asshole he'd sold early last year to an eventing yard in Scotland. As much as an idiot as Cyrus had been, Eamon had been attached to him. He'd bought him as a moody colt and trained him into a jumper who cleared 1.30 fences without a backwards glance. But, Seal, she was such a lovable mare, such a sweetheart in every way. He would miss her with all his heart.

But, now he had to focus on his two remaining horses. Phoenix stood passively, leaning one three legs as Eamon tacked up the stallion. He took his bit without a fuss and was even calmly looking around as he was led out into the sunlight, huge mahogany coat gleaming in the light. As a stallion, he was so passive, so willing, so calm. There wasn't any of that stubbornness, that in built dominance. No. He was oddly a push over, but he had the stallion power, the strength. He'd make a wonderful eventer one day, and with his temprement, a wonderful stud.

Swinging himself into the saddle, the Irishman spurred the young chestnut stallion forward, letting him walk on a loose rein up a trail line he'd spotted a day or so earlier. The chestnut eventer took the bit, quickening his pace, Eamon let him, smiling at the stallion's enthusiasm. His head was raised, ears pricked as a soft nicker left his nostrils. "Easy, boy." He murmured, picking up his reins as Phoenix gave a tug, leading the way. The Hanovarian snorted, making his way around towards a clearing, ears pricked up brightly as Eamon halted him, another horse coming into view only a few metres away. "G'morning ma'am." He greeted politely, tipping his hat slightly, keeping a firm hold on Phoenix' reins as he attempted to move forwards towards the other equine.

[tallulah grace montgomery]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and you can't hold me down The blonde looked down at Rags, who was now trying to munch on some grass. "Eh eh, not now." Tally scolded lightly, pulling back on the reins. The chestnut reluctantly pulled is head back up and bobbed his head, letting her know he wasn't happy. "Suck it up, buddy. We're just getting started." She said with a chuckle as she patted his neck affectionately. He snorted and relaxed a bit, and Tally loosened the reins and leaned back in the saddle, relaxing as well. All tension that had been in her body slowly left the longer she sat in the saddle. But that was nothing unusual for her. Riding always made her feel better. Tally closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the breeze blow through the tendrils of hair escaping her helmet. Suddenly she heard a snort. For a brief second she assumed it was Rags, but when she looked down she saw the gelding peeking around the corner to see what was up. Another horse and rider approached and she smiled once they got closer and the rider greeted her. "Hey there!" She waved and pulled Rags back, who was eager to step up and inspect the other horse. Tally noted that the guy had an accent. Cool. Don't get that around here often. she thought to herself. She let Rags inch a little closer before reining him in and spoke again. "He's beautiful." she said, admiring the chestnut. He sort of reminded her of her own horse, just a little taller and a different breed. Hanoverian, she guessed. Realizing she hadn't introduced herself, Tally spoke again. "Oh, I'm Tally, by the way. Tally Montgomery." If she weren't in the saddle she'd have offered her hand to shake, but her current position made that a bit difficult to do. She took a moment to look at the man in front of her. Something about him seemed oddly familiar, but she didn't know why. You would think she'd remember a nice Irish guy living in town. cause I belong to the hurricane tagged chance!words 338muse good!notes Sorry it's kinda short! Next post will be better. :3 credits irisheyes of C.20

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[eamon padraig o'kieff]

Phoenix gave a snort, the youngster in him showing as he picked up a front hoof. He pawed lightly at the grass, barely scratching the surface. It seemed more like he was just brushing through the long grass they'd been calmly trekking through. It brought a smile to Eamon's lips. Sometimes he did worry over his passive stallion. He shouldn't be this passive, this calm. He didn't flinch at tractors, he didn't bat an eyelid at backfiring cars or put a foot out of place when plastic rustled. Eamon almost wanted him to shy at something, wanted him to show some sort of spunk and spirit. Saying that, he did have heart, so much heart. He'd jump his heart out every time, putting in maximum effort, and he never fought. So, seeing him showing a little stallion spirit was heartening to say the least.

He smiled politely, keeping a firm hold on his reins as he gave Phoenix the urge forward. The bright chestnut stallion stepped forward eagerly, perhaps a little too eagerly with the snort he let out with the action. "Alright boy, s'not a mare in heat, calm it down." Although, there was a chuckle in his voice as he adjusted his seat back, keeping the stallion grounded to his commands. He raised his eyes towards the other rider, smile wide and bright. "Thanks." He replied to the compliment. "He likes to think so in the field when there are ladies about." His dark eyes moved over the handsome warmblood. "Danish if I'm not mistaken?" It had been his job to know a horse inside and out, including its breeding and the gelding was a fine example of his breed.

"Eamon O'Kieff." He greeted with a smile. "S'a pleasure to meet you miss, and your gelding." Phoenix gave a snort, tugging insistently at his bit. "I would come over an' shake ya hand, but I feel this one'll get a little excited." He gave an affectionate roll of his eyes, laying a hand on the Hanovarian's neck to pat lightly.

[tallulah grace montgomery]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and you can't hold me down Tally looked over the stallion once more, thoroughly impressed. It wasn't too often that she came across horses such as the one standing across from her. Working with rescues, the blonde never knew what to expect. But most of the time the horses came in looking rough, to put it politely. So when she saw a horse that looked as amazing as this one, she couldn't help but stare like a little kid. She chuckled at the horses eagerness to move about. He definitely had spunk, which was something Tally admired in any of the horses she worked with. Tally chuckled. "No problem. So does mine. Doesn't seem to phase him that he's gelded, he still tries to impress the ladies anyway. He's sort of a ham." she gave Rags an affectionate pat on the neck and his ears perked up, seemingly aware that he was being discussed. He took another tentative step forward towards the other horse but Tally pulled him back, just to be safe. She never quite knew how her gelding would react around other horses because it varied often. Better to be safe than sorry, just like her mother always told her. She grinned as the man identified Rags' breed correctly. "Yup! His name is Rags. What about yours?" So obviously this guy knew his stuff about horses. Not everybody could identify breeds off the top of their heads. She wondered instantly what his job was and why he was here. Not in a nosy sense, just curious. Tally always found herself curious about new people. Tally smiled again as he introduced himself. Eamon. Definitely Irish. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Eamon." she said. "And I understand, same with mine." she shook her head at Rags, who was now trying to wander off and eat some grass. "No, silly." she scolded him. The chestnut didn't often use his best manners, such as right now. What could you do? Tally turned her attention back to Eamon. "So, not trying to be nosy or anything but I assume from your accent that you're Irish?" she inquired, looking at him. "Oh! And since we're both here do you wanna continue the trail together? We don't mind the company." Tally spoke for her and Rags as the gelding bobbed his head, ready to get going again. cause I belong to the hurricane tagged chance!words 387muse good!notes gettin' a little bit betterrrr. :]credits irisheyes of C.20

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[eamon padraig o'kieff]

He'd seen a lot of horses in his time, trained a lot of them. There was never a single breed he picked from, he'd had Hanovarians like Phoenix here, Holsts like Seal or Sandy, he'd trained Thoroughbreds and the occasional Dutch Warmblood. In general he liked his warmbloods far more than anything else, but he wasn't picky. He'd even trained a little Fell Pony when he was younger, it had been his first pony. He didn't mind about the breed, didn't mind about the colours, he took the performance to heart. He'd search around for the best, look around the breeding yards in Ireland for the best gaited, the best prospects. And sadly, as much as he looked and as many times as he'd driven around he had yet to find an Irish Sports Horse he really wanted to bring on. Some day maybe.

"Phoenix likes to think he's a ladies man, but he hasn't quite worked out breeding yet." He said in a mock whisper, scratching Phoenix's mane lightly. The horse gave a slight toss of his head, ears still pricked. "This is Phoenix, he's just a baby but thinks he's a lion." He replied affectionately. He'd had Phoenix for a long time, a long time to know all his little habits. Even as a foal he'd been proud, prancing around the field with his head held high and his hind hooves kicked out. It had been a lot of what had drawn him to the little colt, spirit but willing, and Phoenix always was easy to handle. He never tugged and pulled to the point of being naughty, he was just excitable. But, even when he was on his toes he was never dangerous.

"Guilty as charged." He replied with a grin. "Guess ya don't get too many Irish over here." He wasn't surprised. Not many Europeans headed over this way, he wouldn't be surprised if he stayed the only Irish in town for a good long while. "I'd love to accompany you." He replied with a smile. "I'm pretty much just wandering around and hoping I'll eventually be able to find my way back so come company would be great."

[tallulah grace montgomery]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and you can't hold me down Tally chuckled. "Oh, don't they all? Mine's the same way sometimes, but he's such a baby." The young woman ruffled her geldings mane and he bobbed his head again, wanting to pick up the pace. "Not yet." Tally murmured to Rags, pulling back on the reins a bit. He was so used to just going, but today she wanted to relax and have a relaxing trail ride. That would be nice for a change. "Guilty as charged." Tally grinned again and opened her mouth to respond. "Yup, you guessed it! It's pretty much the same old, same old. Kind of boring sometimes. Some new blood is nice for a change. She stated, thinking. As a matter of fact, Eamon was the first Irish person she'd ever met. Which was pretty cool. First time for everything. "Not that I don't like it here. Because I do, generally." Tally stated wryly. Her whole life she'd loved being a part of Cedar Creek, but lately she felt as though she didn't even belong. Having your father accused of murder did that, she supposed. "Great! I think Rags could use some companionship too. Sometimes I think I just don't quite make the cut." Tally joked as they moved along. Rags took long strides and she pulled him back a bit. The chestnut slowed and moved along comfortably, and Tally relaxed in her seat. "So, how exactly did you end up here, if you don't mind my asking?" Tally asked, keeping up light conversation. Because she could guarantee his life was much more interesting than hers. cause I belong to the hurricane tagged chance!words 262muse good!notes SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. :[ Been super busy, sadly. credits irisheyes of C.20

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