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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel beamed as her friends began to show up, tail lifting in her excitement. It wasn't a large crowd, but that didn't particularly bother her. She sighed at Margaery's comment, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards. "On enim est aliquid iniuriam facitis titio quando hes." She replied, shaking her head.
Her attention was stolen by Bastille - as it was the norm now, apparently - and Octavia as they crossed paths with Hazel's lesson. She almost ignored him; got very close to carrying on like she couldn't see or hear what he was doing. That was, until he sent an annoyed look at Arion, and a very protective flare rippled in her aura. She knew he hadn't said anything, but she could just about hear the words that would roll off his tongue. Arion didn't seem phased by it, instead prancing over to Octavia and succeeding in ignoring the small tom cat. He got a nip at the pretty filly's short mane before Bastille was leading her away. Arion called after her with a loud whinny, upset that she was leaving. He almost started to follow her, too, before Hazel was whistling for him.
Begrudgingly, the colt walked over to the group, snorting at Hazel. "Watch your language." Hazel told him, electing to act as if Bastille had never been present at all and shove the anger down towards the base of her spine, where it belonged. She turned back to the group, shaking her head.
"So...admittedly - and obviously, to be frank - I've never held a class about horses before, so this is a first," She smiled sheepishly. "I'm not going to make you ride or anything, so no worries if you're afraid. I'd rather find a more stable horse than eruca over here. He'll take you into next month if you don't know what you're doing.
"I guess for the first part of this, I should let you know that horses are herbivores. Common knowledge to some, but to others, they seem pretty scary for plant-lovers. But they've got flat teeth because of it, so. Other attributes of herbivores are that they are, in most every context, the prey instead of the predator. That's why their eyes are set on the sides of their skull: they can see nearly three hundred sixty degrees around them, with the exception of two blind spots: directly in front of their nose, and directly behind their tail. If you can help it, never stand directly behind a horse. They have other ways of detecting you, and will more likely than not send you flying if you spook them." She reached up to pat Arion's foreleg.
"Their main defenses against predators are their hooves, size, hearing, sight, and speed. Given the option, horses will flee instead of fight. They easily spook, as well. Loud noises, sudden, unexpected contact and movement are all prime ways to spook a horse. You can use this to your defense, though. If a horse is doing something you don't like, wave your arms and make as much noise as you can. It might send them in the other direction." She grinned. "It does with this coward, anyways." Arion snorted at her again.
"Any questions so far?" Hazel asked.
(on enim est aliquid iniuriam facitis titio quando hes - he's only chipper when he's doing something wrong
eruca - rocket)
Her attention was stolen by Bastille - as it was the norm now, apparently - and Octavia as they crossed paths with Hazel's lesson. She almost ignored him; got very close to carrying on like she couldn't see or hear what he was doing. That was, until he sent an annoyed look at Arion, and a very protective flare rippled in her aura. She knew he hadn't said anything, but she could just about hear the words that would roll off his tongue. Arion didn't seem phased by it, instead prancing over to Octavia and succeeding in ignoring the small tom cat. He got a nip at the pretty filly's short mane before Bastille was leading her away. Arion called after her with a loud whinny, upset that she was leaving. He almost started to follow her, too, before Hazel was whistling for him.
Begrudgingly, the colt walked over to the group, snorting at Hazel. "Watch your language." Hazel told him, electing to act as if Bastille had never been present at all and shove the anger down towards the base of her spine, where it belonged. She turned back to the group, shaking her head.
"So...admittedly - and obviously, to be frank - I've never held a class about horses before, so this is a first," She smiled sheepishly. "I'm not going to make you ride or anything, so no worries if you're afraid. I'd rather find a more stable horse than eruca over here. He'll take you into next month if you don't know what you're doing.
"I guess for the first part of this, I should let you know that horses are herbivores. Common knowledge to some, but to others, they seem pretty scary for plant-lovers. But they've got flat teeth because of it, so. Other attributes of herbivores are that they are, in most every context, the prey instead of the predator. That's why their eyes are set on the sides of their skull: they can see nearly three hundred sixty degrees around them, with the exception of two blind spots: directly in front of their nose, and directly behind their tail. If you can help it, never stand directly behind a horse. They have other ways of detecting you, and will more likely than not send you flying if you spook them." She reached up to pat Arion's foreleg.
"Their main defenses against predators are their hooves, size, hearing, sight, and speed. Given the option, horses will flee instead of fight. They easily spook, as well. Loud noises, sudden, unexpected contact and movement are all prime ways to spook a horse. You can use this to your defense, though. If a horse is doing something you don't like, wave your arms and make as much noise as you can. It might send them in the other direction." She grinned. "It does with this coward, anyways." Arion snorted at her again.
"Any questions so far?" Hazel asked.
(on enim est aliquid iniuriam facitis titio quando hes - he's only chipper when he's doing something wrong
eruca - rocket)
★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better