before too long {Carson

[Eden Rosellier]

I'LL BE LONG GONE

The girl and horse made their way up to the outdoor arena. The mare had already worked herself into a sweat. She was high stepping and jittering, tossing her head high in the air, nearly pulling the girl's single barrel racing rein out of her hand. "Nutmeg!" the girl exclaimed softly. "Contain yourself" she snapped at the mare, with about as much force as a kitten. The mare just snorted and tossed her head up higher. The girl sighed. Nutmeg usually behaved pretty well for her, so she supposed it was about time for the mare to pull the shenanigans she pulled with everyone else who got on her. It wasn't like it was anything Eden couldn't handle or something, it was just annoying. No, Eden knew the mare inside and out, and she knew they would just have to put in a hard work, to make up for all the time she had been gone.

She opened the gate and the mare nearly bolted through. Eden stumbled along behind for a few steps. She gave a sharp yank to the reins when she was finally able to get some slack in them. "Okay, Nutmeg, I know you're rearing to go, literally, but the whole attitude thing has got to go" she mumbled as she turned to close the gate. The mare continued to jitter and prance. "Take a chill pill, girl. I still have to set up barrels." She figured barrels were a shorter pattern with more all out running in between. Poles required more focus than she thought Nutmeg could manage to give at the moment.

She walked down to the far end of the arena and quickly rolled the barrels out, Nutmeg still prancing and jittering along behind her, her head way up and her neck arched, looking mighty proud of herself. Standing tall, as Anna at the barn would have said. She truly could be a magnificent animal sometimes. She was sort of a funny mover, but she evened out at a gallop, and when you were running barrels and poles, what other gait mattered?

Eden heaved a small sigh as she finally got the last barrel set up and quickly swung onto the saddle, not giving the mare time to try and tricks before she got herself settled. She quickly found her stirrups as she let the mare out into a fast canter, tearing around the arena at a pace most might have called reckless. Eden was just used to it. This was how they always went. Nutmeg really didn't have a "slow" gear. It was either all or nothing, and there wasn't an in between. Eden never minded. She rather liked going fast. She had never had the patience for the whole pleasure classes thing, and neither did Nutmeg. The mare practically piled you the second she set foot in an arena that didn't have a barrel or a pole set up in it, and if she saw anything that even slightly resembled a barrel, she was all out running and bending around it, like any good barrel racer.

Eden drew a deep breath ass he finally got the mare to settle a bit. You could always tell when Nutmeg settled and turned her attention to business. Her ears came forward and she started to snap her feet a little more, showing off. Maybe it wasn't that obvious to other people, but Eden could always tell; the mare told Eden when she was ready. She brought the mare to a trot and circled around to the far end of the arena before bringing the mare to a stop. The mare tended to start better from a stand still, for whatever reason. Nutter's head was held way up, her ears so far forward they were practically quivering. Eden leaned forward to stroke the mare's neck, although she didn't have to lean very far. "You ready for this Nut?" she asked. The mare arched her neck, bowing her head, and pawed at the ground. Eden smiled a bit. "Then git up" she murmured, dropping her hands to the mare's withers. The little chestnut mare simply exploded forward.

A person watching would have been impressed, maybe even awestruck. The mare's haunches rippled as she thrust herself forward. An experienced eye would have been particularly impressed. Now there's a horse that knows how to carry herself one cowboy had said, watching the mare run at a rodeo. Eden remembered it clearly. He had complimented her for her training, telling her that the mare carried herself perfectly, pushing with her back end instead of pulling with her front, and thus getting more power from the impulsion. Blushing and stuttering, Eden had had to explain to the man that it wasn't her doing, that it was all the plucky little mare's, and had had to thank him profusely, still stuttering, before quickly hurrying away.

Now Eden sat up, sitting on her pocket and thrusting her weight into her outside stirrup, getting her weight off the mare's shoulder so she could spin around better. It was called finding the pocket, and it was something Eden was particularly good at, probably just because she and Nutmeg were so in tuned to one another. It took a lot of precision and careful timing to find the pocket and really help the horse dig in around the barrel, but Eden nailed it nearly every time. It was part of the reason they were champions when it came to high school rodeo. They were the one of the best.

Hardly even huffing and puffing, the mare throttled across the make believe time line, and Eden sat up, bending her in another small circle to slow down the momentum, instead of asking the mare to just slid to a stop at the fence line. She hated that, when people gunned across the line and then slammed on the brakes 5 feet from the fence. To her way of thinking, barrel racing was hard enough on a horse's joints without doing more to them by going from an all out gallop to a complete stand still in a second. She liked to go easy on her horse. Well, as easy as any barrel racer could be on her horse. It was a rough sport, hard on a horse's joints, but the horses who loved it wouldn't have had it any other way, hard work or not.

The mare jittered and pranced, snorting and tossing her head, clearly ready for another go around. Eden laughed. "Take it easy girl" she murmured. The ghost of a smile crossed her face; that was all it ever was, with Eden, the ghost of a smile, but it showed when she was truly happy. This was where she belonged, in the saddle, in the arena, with three barrels and two hearts that practically pounded as one. The only thing that was missing was a screaming, adrenaline pounding crowd cheering her on.

It was no wonder there were so many songs about the cowboys who left their women at home. There was something truly addictive about the sport. The crowds, the lights, the arena; it all came together to make something that Eden couldn't get enough of. She might have been stuttering and shy when she had to talk to someone new, but in the saddle, in that arena, she was the most confident person in the world. She knew everything about the sport, she knew how the game was played. This was what she did, what she lived for. If there was nothing in the whole world but rodeo, Eden would have been fine.

Drawing another deep breath to calm her pounding heart, knowing she needed focus more than energy, for Nutmeg supplied enough energy for both of them, sh e let the mare go again. The lithe little horse snaked around the barrels at a breakneck speed. On the run for home, Eden couldn't help tipping her head back slightly, letting the wind take her bangs away from her face and rush through her hair. She shook her head as the mare bent in their ending circle without guidance. This was definitely home, more so than anywhere else. This was where they belonged, the two of them.

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Tag; Carson Bales <3
Notes; Muuuse burst. I can't remember whether you're supposed to put the weight on your inside stirrup or outside stirrup...ugh.
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i-Pod; Relentless; Jason Aldean

[carson]

i know you're something special
to you i'd always be faithful
i want to be what you've always needed

Carson hated leaving home. It was always so hard. Sure, Carson loved the stable. He loved it almost just as much as home. But… Home was different. It was where you could walk around in boxers, and no one cares. Home was where you could pig out on food and all you would get was a roll of the eyes and a little tease from your mom and some of your siblings. It was just what family was. It was really what he always expected when he was home. It was just somewhere where even though you could do the most ditzy things, no one really cared and excepted it and just maybe laughed, then made sure you knew that it wasn’t offensive. Home was where you could sit with your family ever day and just love the squished 6 people on the couch. Home was just different from school. School was serious, home was where you could let go, but sure you had responsibilities.

But school had them too. You had to do all of the aggravating homework with no parent to tell you to do it. You had to on your own terms. It really stunk. Even though everyone would always groan and moan and complain when parents would say ‘Did you do your home work?’ but no. Secretly, Carson believed that really kids liked it. So he couldn’t help but want to cry when he got in the car with his mom and looked to see his three siblings and father standing on the driveway to wave goodbye. There was his entire family, who was going to miss him dearly. Sometimes he wished that he didn’t go to boarding school, but it was the only one around that had horses, and he had to have them. Somehow they kept him sane.

Swallowing a little he smiled and waved to his family, already missing the cute little hands of his little sister Lebany and the smiles that she always gave him when he would dance with her in the living room when he had to baby sit. It was funny how you missed the little things that would always remind him of her. She was really cute with her long natural curls in her silky blond hair. Not to mention her little heart-shaped face and the large misty green eyes. Just the thought of her made him smile, and he was thankful he made sure to pack a pretty large picture of his entire family, including him. He knew that he would miss them dearly, but he also knew that he would see them in not too long, he wasn’t one to delay on things like that.

Carson and his mom talked minimally as they drove, but it wasn’t awkward. He was a momma’s boy, and he wasn’t ashamed. It was sort of fun to hand around with his mom, even if they didn’t talk. She was more of a tomboy, she loved horses too though she didn’t ride. And she would always be the first to jump up and cheer in any contest of any sort. And he didn’t even have to win, she was just like that. A very proud woman, that is for sure. It was fun how she listened to him, and it was funny how she acted sometimes. They were pretty close, Carson and his mom. Though he was a momma’s boy, he had to admit his favorite thing was being a brother. It was a lot of fun to be the fun ‘big bro’.

When they finally got to the stable, only about thirty or forty minutes away, his mom got out and helped unload his two suitcases. She kissed his forehead and gave a small goodbye, telling him that she couldn’t wait until next weekend when she would see him again on Saturday when he would stay the night and then go back Sunday evening. It was nice to have family so close by. Waving to his mom as she left, he turned to the Academy. Smiling at the large building, he hurried and dragged his luggage to his dorm room and dumped it off. Throwing on his riding boots he took off to the stables.

Walking into the stable and trying not to run in order not to scare the other horses, he walked as fast as he could smiling at the horses that stuck out their heads. Finally he got to the one that said ‘Victoria’ and he peeked his head in to see her gingerly kneeling on the floor, being the quiet, gentle sweetheart she was. Chuckling just a little at how it was no different than she usually ever was, he said, “Victoria.” In the way he said it it was a sweet, gentle word. It was said like he was saying it to someone in his family that he hadn’t seen in a long time. And that was what he felt like, though he had seen her about seven days before. But for him, that was a long time to be away from his beloved horse. But when his one word made itself to the horses ears, her head jerked up in surprise, happy surprise, and she leaped herself up and threw her head at him. It nudged into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her grey-blue neck, grinning a great one.

She was just such a sweetheart. Someone that he could always go to knowing that she couldn’t ever judge. Throwing on her blanket and saddle, though still being easy, he tacked her up with the same smile on his face and making sure that he was still gentle. Grabbing the reins he led her from the stall, petting her still and giving her a kiss on the neck as he did. When they got outside, he decided that the outdoor arena would be a good place just to warm up a little. But when he got there, he saw it was already taken. He wasn’t at all too disappointed, but he stood and watched as the girl, who was very beautiful with her long hair and a small smile. But as he watched her riding was amazing. The way they both moved, it was as if they formed a single unit. He had still been leading Victoria, so he stood about three feet from the fence.

He couldn’t help but watch completely mesmerized. Shaking his head as the girl seemed to have a slight smile on face, he brought his hands together and clapped, not too loud as to startle anyone, but able to hear. He was still shaking his head when he spoke in his usual husky voice, deeper than most but still appealing it was rougher voice than most fifteen year olds, “That was amazing. You handle her great, not to mention she is a great horse. It was beautifully done.” Carson wasn’t one to overdo compliments, and so when he gave her the compliment it came strait from his real opinion to his mouth. It wasn’t fake, not at all. It had been a very great ride, and the way they had worked together it had made him feel pretty lucky to watch it. It was funny how when another rider watched another they could see more than just a real person. Like there was more to it. Smiling, he couldn’t help but wonder what he himself would look to her when he did cross country. It would be nice to hear her opinion. She looked like a very honest person, just from her face. The way he seemed serious even though she seemed so pleased of her horse. It all just made him smile.

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[Eden Rosellier]

I'LL BE LONG GONE

It was a good long while before Eden even noticed the pair at the fence. It was part of her mental thing; she tended to focus too hard, and everything else just dropped away. When it was horses, though, it wasn't necessarily one of her symptoms. She knew that other people did the same thing, that the earth just sort of fell away and it came down to just the two of you, horse and rider. Maybe that was part of what she loved so much about horses and the people who rode them; it meant she wasn't the only one who focused too hard, who lost track of time, and of the world, and of people. Amongst other riders, she was normal.

Nutmeg was the one to tip her off to the boys presence. They had been turning their small circle to slow the momentum down and the mare's ears snapped forward to the clapping, and she danced to the side. Eden swayed easily with the motion, taking a moment to quiet the mare down before looking. She smiled weakly, wishing he could have just clapped and not spoken. "T-thanks" she stuttered, so quiet you could barely hear her.

The simple round of applause had the mare's adrenaline pounding. Eden could practically feel it coursing through the little horse's veins. Applause meant competition, and the mare snorted, wheeling and looking at the barrels, trying to bolt forward again. The girl sat quietly, working her hands on the mare's simple snaffle bit, asking her to focus, reminding her that Eden was there. The little horse fought the contact, her legs coming up in a half rear. Eden turned her in a small circle, pulling her nose around to her knee and asking her to disengage her hind quarters. The mare had broken into a sweat, more so with this little rodeo than she had when she was actually running.

Eden breathed a slight sigh. The only way to get the mare out of this little spat was to just go again. She knew it was probably bad that she let the mare get away with so much, but it wasn't as if the sorrel was always taking advantage of her or something. She let her go, dropping her hands to the mare's withers, giving her rein. The mare bolted forward, stretching out. Eden shook her head a bit. They were angling too tight into the barrel. She shifted her weight, asking the mare to step over, but their groove was off; the mare wasn't listening. Eden heaved a slight sigh as the mare bent straight into the barrel. The reins were dropped entirely as she grabbed the horn and bent to try and steady the barrel. Her hand touched it without success. She heard the barrel tip over as Nutmeg bolted for the second turn. Eden hit the pocket perfectly, helping the mare around the barrel.

The third was flawless and the little mare flew for home, mane flying. The girl bent her in another circle, heading back toward the first barrel. "Nutmeg, that was flat out embarrassing" she told the horse softly as she swung lithely down. The mare stood while her rider righted the barrel, turning into the dirt a little and rattling it a bit to make sure it was steady. Eden sighed as she turned to the mare, taking Nutmeg's nose in her hands. "Can I have your attention now, girl?" she asked softly. The mare let out a snorting breath. "One more run, got it? One. Provided it's a good one." Eden was horrible about that. She always had to end on a perfect run. She couldn't stand to walk away from the arena after she had just tipped a barrel. Maybe she was a perfectionist, but she couldn't help it.

She swung back into the saddle and turned the mare toward the gate, sending her into a trot before she even had her foot in the other stirrup. The mare wheeled to face the barrels, her ears pricked forward, all aquiver, just waiting the signal to go. "You ready for this one, Nutters?" she asked, pushing a lock of mane onto the other side of the mare's neck, so that it all lay flat. The mare snorted, stamping a hoof, clearly impatient. "Git up" Eden whispered, dropping her hand to the mare's withers and leaning forward. She sat up and pocketed at the first barrel, and the mare spun neatly around. The second and third all went the same way, and then they were bolting for home.

A small little smile touched her face, but it faded as the mare continued right through their circle and instead continued on for the gate. "Nutmeg" she gasped. Clearly the mare had her own ideas about the boy left standing at the gate. The girl gasped as the mare tucked her haunches under her and slid to a stop to make any reiner envious. The girl, caught completely unawares by the mare's unusual behavior, went summer salting right over the mare's shoulder and over the gate to land practically at the boy's feet.

She lay without moving for a long while. She already knew she wasn't hurt, it was more the shock. For as many people as Nutmeg had thrown off, this was the first time in 3 years that Eden had ever come off the mare. She was pretty sure, she mused to herself as she lay there with her eyes closed, not particularly eager to face the boy she was pretty sure was still standing there, that she had never come off a horse at all. Of course, her first time would have to be on her first day at a riding academy, in front of a guy who probably stuck everything his horse ever did. Or, Eden thought dryly, remembering the pretty Thoroughbred looking mare, had a horse that never acted up at all.

Moaning slightly, she rolled onto her stomach and started to push herself to her feet. "Ow..." she whispered, feeling the muscles where she had landed on her back already in tight little knots. She stood there a little shakily, dusting the dirt off her arms. Again, she knew she wasn't hurt, but just the shock. She narrowed her eyes at the mare. Sure, Nutmeg deliberately piled other people, but never Eden. The girl shook her head as she swung slightly, feeling a small amount of relief as her back cracked. Now came the hard part; facing her audience. Then again, maybe she wouldn't face him. She just stood with her back to the boy who had been watching, who had just given her a high compliment and then watched her turn around and go flying off her horse. She shook out her hands, knowing she couldn't be tense when she got back on, and she would get back on, by golly, if it was the last thing she did. She didn't even want to think about what she'd be feeling tomorrow, though. Oh the joy....

Words; 1,169
Tag; Carson Bales <3
Notes; Bwahahaha. Nutters ish a matchmaker. xD
Outfit; Click
i-Pod; Nothing; My Imaginary Friend, Billy.

[carson]

i know you're something special
to you i'd always be faithful
i want to be what you've always needed

Carson was a very observing person. He liked to watch people and their actions before he classified them as rude or snobby or even stuck-up. Being observant, he just liked to maybe even get to know them a little before he figured out if he really wanted to talk to them at all. To Carson, horses and humans were almost the same, just with different signals and different categories. When it came to horses, some where wild, some where misunderstood, and some could just be hyper and happy to show it. So in a way, troubled horses were usually the wild ones that would snap and throw you off, and most would say if they were humans you could put them in the rude or mean group. Now, the entire reason for this was so he could watch horses and see what they really mean when they do something strange.

And so far, watching the horse pounce and paw at his applause made him think she was a very out-to-win determined horse, and he liked that. She seemed a little headstrong and one that had her own opinions. It wasn’t too hard to guess by the way she was stamping her foot at the thought of competition, and he watched as the girl let her go, but it was pretty bad. It seemed like the excitement made her a little too wobbly or something. It was strange. Even though then knocked down one barrel, the girl saved the rest. It was pretty impressive really the way she fixed it. He watched then as she gave it another shot. It was kind of funny how he would have done the same thing, since he was pretty determined himself.

Watching carefully he saw the flawless next round. About to clap, his hands fell as the horse didn’t decelerate. His large blue eyes widened as the girl was thrown into the air doing one entire summersault before she landed in front of him. Victoria pranced back in surprise, and he himself even jumped back a small tad. Snorting a little when the girl landed, Victoria stepped up a couple of steps first and sniffed the girls’ hand. Victoria wasn’t one to run off when this kind of thing happened. She would usually be curious if it wasn’t too serious, and being the sweetheart she was she couldn’t stand the thought of someone being hurt.

The first thing that flew through Carson’s mind was ‘Is she hurt?!’ and he took only two large strides to go to her and wrap his arm around her waist and helped pull her up when she was ready. She seemed intact, except the way she landed on her back hadn’t looked all to great. The way her face was set was in obvious shock. The look of it made him pretty sure that it had never happened before. Victoria, though she was pretty spirited really, had never thrown anyone off. Ever since her own owner had abused her, instead of being headstrong and valiant she had gone into the quiet, soft, gentle sweetheart she was now. So even though she had despised her old owner with a vengeance she was one to forgive and forget. If only people were like that.

As she stood, he let go of her waist to give her room, but kept in arms reach as to not let her fall if she were to get unbalanced. When he spoke his voice was quiet and soft, his husky tone and not at all in a frenzy though he was very worried. “Ma’am… are you ok?” He said this since he was, after all, really a gentleman and he was raised in the south. He was raised to be polite and caring yet still determined and strong willed. He hated when people got hurt, and it was even worse when it was from a horse. Looking at the horse in a quick glance, he wasn’t sure what her expression was. Though he was usually pretty good at analyzing horses, he wasn’t sure what emotion was held on the horses’ face. Shaking his head slightly he watched his own horse take a step forward and ever so gently nudge the girls’ shoulder.

Some people were harsh, some people just misunderstood. But some were quiet and tended to stay that way no matter what really happened. This girl seemed more of the quiet type. She hadn’t screamed or anything like that, even when she was being thrown in the hair like a rag doll from a little toddler whom was throwing a tantrum. No, it wasn’t that Carson believed the horse was throwing a tantrum, really he wasn’t sure what to think about it. Victoria didn’t seem to phased, and that seemed to mean that the girl was ok. Carson did believe that horses felt things that most humans didn’t, and he trusted her more than anyone, honestly. People were unpredictable, as were horses. But Victoria was the calmest being he had ever known, even though she had to be one of the fasted he had ever known as well. Or at least ever ridden. Victoria’s large grayish-blue head came to his chest and nudged it, seeming to ask what to do. Carson didn’t even know what to do. Biting his lip just a little, he asked, “Can I get you anything? Ice… Or can I help you to the lounge or something?” He was having a little bit of a hard time keeping calm. Though she seemed fine, he had to worry a little. Things like this didn’t happen every day, that was for sure.

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comments--; I hope it's ok. The ending was better this time. Sorry it isn't longer, i couldn't milk it anymore. xD I feel kinda blabbering at the end... if you realy want me to i'll try to change it a tad. i don't know what to do though. xD

but i do kind of like how Victoria gets in it a little - she's such a sweetheart. ♥

[Eden Rosellier]

I'LL BE LONG GONE

Eden's hand fluttered slightly as she felt the mare's nose nearby, almost as if the mare was checking on her or something, making sure she was okay. She was pretty sure she was. Nothing felt broken, anyway. She let him help her up, but couldn't help feeling relieved when he let go almost right away. She didn't like to be touched, by anyone, but especially guys. She didn't do the whole guy thing very well. Most of the ones she had known had been asses anyway. Not to mention she was a little afraid of them. Not without reason, of course, if one were to look at her history. Not that anyone knew, other than her counselor and whoever he had had to tell to get her here. She had certainly never told anyone about her dad and the things he had done to her. It wasn't really something you brought up in casual conversation. "Oh, yeah, my dad used to have sex with me...Forced me, of course, not like I agreed. Yeah, he was a pretty sick and twisted son of a bitch." Yeah, it would have been a little like dropping the F bomb or something, even if you managed to drop off all the curse words, which Eden wasn't particularly good at when it came to talking about her dad. She tended to curse a lot when the conversation turned to him.

Some people thought it was funny that Eden felt more comfortable around horses than she did around people. Most animals, really, but especially horses. But you see, the thing with horses, for Eden, anyway, was that they were honest. Even if they're mean, they're usually honest about being mean. They tell you to your face, they let you know. People, people hardly ever let you know they're mean. They act nice, they're all polite, and as soon as your back is turned, they're off on some bitch-rant. Horses, though, horses were honest. People were not. To say the least. Horses were trustworthy. They didn't lie. They couldn't lie. It wasn't in their natures. People were the exact opposite.

Something akin to amusement flickered in her eyes when he called her ma'am. She was no ma'am. No, far from. One had to be pretty observant with Eden, though. It's not like she ever just outright smiled. Even at her happiest, it was still sort of just a flicker. Everything tended to be in her eyes, and in her body. When she was worried, every muscle tensed up. Then again, she tended to be worried a lot, and thus, she was tense a lot, so that didn't really help. Still, you could usually figure out what she was thinking by looking at her face. You just had to watch a little more closely than you might have with other people. Most people did stuff with their lips that made what they're thinking obvious. Eden didn't. IT was almost always in her eyes.

"I'm fine" she mumbled softly, without turning around to face him. I wonder why she thought to herself. it's easier to talk if you're not facing them. It's easier to talk when you're not looking at them, than it is to look at them, but it's even easier if you're not even facing them. Eden's thoughts tended to move in a rather round about fashion. It probably would have confused anyone who got into her head, not that anyone ever would, but you know. Heck, her thoughts even confused her, sometimes! She hated when that happened, and she had to go over everything to remember what had led to that or even what she had been thinking about in general. It was ridiculous sometimes. She hated being crazy.

“Can I get you anything? Ice… Or can I help you to the lounge or something?” She jumped a little when he spoke again. She hadn't been paying him any attention at all, obviously. No, she had been deep in thought wondering about facing people when you talked to them. She was doing her schizo thing again, where the rest of the world tended to just sort of fade away and slide into nonexistence. Of course, she was easily pulled back, but still, it always took her by surprise. "N-no, I'm fine.." she mumbled, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear with a hand that trembled slightly, still from the shock. She still hadn't managed to look at him.

She shook her head, like she was trying to clear her thoughts and get herself back into the real world, which was true enough. Clearing an etch-a-sketch she thought dryly to herself as she wandered over to the gate and gave a small cluck. "C'mere, Nutmeg" she mumbled, again, voice barely audible. The plucky little mare ambled over, in no particular hurry, obviously, taking her time about it, just to be aggravating. She liked to do that. She would have been one of those people who loved to annoy other people, but only as long as they got a rise out of them. If the other person didn't respond, they stopped doing it, because it wasn't any fun. Nutmeg was like that. If Eden didn't get impatient with her, she'd make her own way over. It she did get impatient, the little mare would stop entirely and then make Eden come to her. Clearly this was a dance they had done many a time. And patience was something Eden was good at, so she didn't mind the wait.

Nutmeg finally made it over and Eden let her hands trail down the reins. The mare continued on toward the boy though, giving his chest a firm nudge and offering him a snort that sent snot flying. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry" Eden mumbled, asking the mare to back off. "She only does that to people she likes..." she added softly, almost as an afterthought, and like she was talking more to herself than to the boy. She ran her fingers through the mare's flaxen mane and fidgeted slightly in the awkward silence that followed. Damn, she hated meeting people.

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Tag; Carson Bales <3
Notes; No worries love. =)
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[carson]

i know you're something special
to you i'd always be faithful
i want to be what you've always needed

Sometimes, during the school year and Carson wouldn’t go home for a little while, Carson would develop what some kids didn’t. He would get horrible homesickness. He would get depressed and he would feel horrible. It would get so bad where he wouldn’t want to do anything, nothing at all. He would ride to keep his mind off things, and he wouldn’t want to do anything else. It was almost like he would do all that he needed to do, but he wouldn’t do it the motivation he usually had. And for Carson that was something that was completely unbelievable. And when he would get like this, he would constantly sit there on his bed, staring at the family picture that was always sitting on his bedside table. Then he would know what he was feeling, and he would call. What was strange was his little sister would pick up the phone when she saw his number, and instantly he would feel so much better. Happiness would start to build, and as soon as he could he would run home.

Yes, Carson had to admit he adored his little sister. He probably loved to see her, she was just one of those people who always made him happy and always made him so happy. Her giggles and her little mischievous smiles. They always made him feel this one sense of joy that he rarely would get. Even with her morning hair that was plastered to her little face and her slobber that had dried when she’d drooled in her little dreams. No matter what she was always the one that would come into his room for comfort, who thought he was the best and for some reason was the one that she always wanted to see most. It was funny, really. There was a picture that he had in his wallet. It was one of Lebany and Cole Lebany had this silly little grin and Cole had her braces that she couldn’t stand. Both in their favorite dresses for church. They had even straitened Lebany’s unruly curls, even though Carson wouldn’t stop complaining about it. They had both been still very cute though, anyway.

The reason that Lebany, mainly, came into his mind was because somehow this girl reminded him of her. When he got a glimpse of her eyes, he saw the main reason why. She had the exact same shade of the misty green beautiful shade. It sort of drank him in, as it always seemed to on his sweet littlest sibling. He couldn’t help but have a brotherly-like smile creep over his face, even though there wasn’t any real reason for him to actually even do it. He probably shouldn’t have done it at all since the poor girl had fallen horribly, but at least the smile was obviously a family-like look and nothing else. So that was good, at least. But those eyes! The way the shone with embarrassment, they all seemed to be the same-the color. It was somehow really easy for him to read. With the mysterious green color on the inside with the darker outline around them. Cole’s eyes had the same making, but her eye color was more of a blue than a green. But Lebany, she had this way of making everybody happy. Especially Carson, and she was always by Carson’s side whenever she could be. Devotion ran high for the both of them, and he couldn’t help but notice how much they had in common.

So as he looked at the girl, he couldn’t help but think of his favorite sibling and smile. Lebany always made him happy, and her eyes always seemed to know how to speak without her mouth or vocal cords having to do any work. It was an interesting concept, but it was more true than he could say. Finally he snapped out of it, well, mostly he did. It happened since she spoke, and he nodded, understanding. It was easy to understand her now that he could sort of see her eyes. She didn’t like awkwardness. He didn’t either. Nodding again, he stepped back to give her more space. She seemed fine, he wasn’t as worried. It did surprise him when the horse just came strait at him. Fear didn’t come at all, horses he understood. He barely staggered when her head met his chest in a shove that wasn’t too horrible. He couldn’t help but laugh, and he stroked her neck since she didn’t seem to want anything else. He didn’t really even care about the stream of snot that smeared on his polo blue striped shirt, it didn’t phase him. He was used to a mess, and he had been expecting to get a little dirty. Plus, it was only a little bit of mucus. What was that going to do to you? Not much.

Finally, he laughed, breaking any tension that had been in the air. It was a very happy laugh, with a bubbly kind of tune to it but yet still husky. It was a quieter laugh, one that matched his voice that was usually softer than most. He wasn’t one to be loud, he didn’t like to startle people with being like that. It was a very nice laugh, honestly, with a deeper tone but a happy sound to it. It was a true happy laugh. He couldn’t help but love how it seemed the horse liked him. Victoria though seemed a little worried at the thrust that the horse had given him. Stepping toward him for a moment, she sniffed his shoulder until he nodded a little and chuckled a tad. Shaking his head, “Don’t worry about it. Really. It’s all good.” Smiling, he shook his head a little. Smiling a little, one of his crooked smiles, he wished she would look at him dead-on. It wasn’t like he would bite.

Honestly, Carson was one of the nicest guys you would ever meet. He was mostly patient, and the hardest worker you could possibly ever know. He liked to work his hardest on things, and he liked to try and be the best. Stroking her horse, he hoped that maybe she would open up a little more. “Anyway, I’m Carson. Carson Bales. What about you?” He decided introductions sounded like a good idea. Smiling, he stuck his hand out at her, not in a firm way but in a polite way. Carson was really a great guy when you gave him the chance. Secretly, right then Carson really wanted to see those eyes that he already missed. And maybe if she opened up, they could be really good friends. Carson wasn’t one to push people away. He liked to open up and let people in, he liked to help everyone. Though this girl didn’t really seem to need help, not many liked to be alone, and he was one of them. So maybe she could somehow be a cure to those days when he really felt like no one was with him. Sometimes even Victoria couldn’t cure it, and there was really only three or four that could. And he didn’t see them all the time, so he really needed someone. Hopefully he would get that.

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