03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Post by Juniper L’etolè on Dec 6, 2023 23:24:49 GMT
“eeeeasy, girl,” juniper said, voice soft in an attempt to ease the anxious mare beneath her. she pulled the horse around to line up with the fence, making sure to take a deep breath before her dismount. thankfully, the horse made no movement, and gladly followed the woman as she started back to the barn. the short walk from the ring left her little time to pull layers off, so she stood by the door to finish. juniper threw her scarf toward her brush box, seeing someone round the corner.
“hey!” she called. “mind holding her for me? i think she pinched something in her back - she’s not real good on the crossties.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 7, 2023 0:04:56 GMT
His jacket and underlying blue flannel shirt hung open over a rumpled and dirt-stained t-shirt that was no longer white. Czar's bridle hung from his shoulder as he walked to the tack room, a grumpy expression on his face, mostly directed at the bridle. It rubbed against the stallion's chin and he was done dealing with it. He wasn't sure if the plan was to fix it or find a new one, but he'd figure something out.
He just wished it hadn't taken being thrown twice to figure out the problem, but that was his own fault. Thankfully Czar was fine and Ferris hadn't broken anything, though he'd be limping for a while.
Ferris looked up at the call, reflexes fast enough to stop himself short before he was almost clothesline by someone handing over reins. He instinctively reached up and grabbed them. The woman's voice was familiar at least. He looked over the mare first, concern wiping away form of his personal annoying to a more neutral expression. He took up some of the slack of the reins, making softer soothing noises in his throat. "She be alright?" he asked curiously, looking the woman up and down. She was...the English riding instructor. At least he thought so. Names were always difficult.
Post by Juniper L’etolè on Dec 7, 2023 0:28:40 GMT
there was a pang of guilt that crossed her face after she’d taken a moment to breath - where were her manners? juniper cleared her throat, embarrassment clear in her eyes. “i — i think so, but she bolted like a bat out of hell second i mounted. she never does that,” the woman said. focus back to the mare. juniper ran her hands all over; first up her chest, then down the shoulder and along the barrel before finally reaching her back. she palpated down the spine, noting the reactivity where the saddle sat. “pinched, i’d say. need to have that saddle fitted again,” she said, matter of factly.
after taking a moment to reflect on the thought, juniper turned toward ferris, offering her hand out toward him for the reins. “thank you. didn’t mean t’throw her at you, by the way … i’m usually more polite than that. should get her back to her stall & make sure i can get the chiropractor out t’day.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 7, 2023 0:53:16 GMT
He shifted the bridle on his shoulder so it wasn't about to fall off and rubbed the mare's muzzle and cheek. He watched the woman round the mare and pat her down. The horse didn't seem in any obvious pain as she stood there, so likely it was something with the weight distribution of the saddle and having a rider. Although he was familiar with horses, she clearly had an eye for this sort of thing. Like a large animal vet might. Meanwhile Ferris had grown up with more sheep than horses and that had been a long time ago.
He handed the reins back at her wordless ask. He snorted softly. "It's alright. Not the first or even second time I have been thrown today," he said taking some liberty with the word play, making a joke at his own expense. He hesitated and then moved to walk with the pair on the mare's other side. "Ferris. The new western instructor," he said, among other things of course. This was a part time job, of the kind for extra cash and to keep himself busy. "You're...Jules?" he asked, wincing because he was one thousand percent sure that was not her name. "You seem to really know your stuff."
Post by Juniper L’etolè on Dec 7, 2023 19:55:26 GMT
juniper raised a brow at him at his wordplay, guilt hitting her once again. “you get thrown ‘round a lot, huh?” she joked, a small attempt to be lighthearted. as they made their way down the aisle, she made small glances in his direction to be careful not to bump him with the large mare in hand. as he told her his title, juniper felt silly that she’d barely recognized him. “well, welcome to the team then, ferris! i was wonderin’ when we might cross paths.”
a small giggle escaped her as he asked about her name. jules was … a first. but alas, she was no better with names. “juniper. juniper l’etolè,” the woman corrected. reaching the stall, she shuffled the mare through and pulled up her stall guard before wiping her hands together and turning to face him. “you seem to really know your stuff,” he’d said. her cheeks flushed scarlett red. “i’ve had horses since i was jus a babe. luck of the draw, i s’pose.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 7, 2023 21:13:42 GMT
He shrugged awkwardly. "Only today, hopefully," he said. Though he did wonder if Brooks ever trained any mustangs or other wild horses here. He supposed he wouldn't mind helping with that. But it was still his first week. He was still relearning a few things, but a lot of it had come back as muscle memory. The hardest part was less his trust in horses and more their trust in him. But he had a calm demeanor about him that seemed to be helping.
The Fire Chief offered a nod at her welcome. His feathers were still a bit ruffled from their blunt first meeting, but he was willing to put it aside as her concern for the animals here. "I'm only here on my days off," he partially explained. Most people knew of him as the chief firefighter in Sweetwater considering he had been so for most of the five years he had lived here. Being an outsider to the town himself though, coupled with his penchant for forgetting names, he didn't ever know who was local and who was a more recent addition like himself. "Pleasure, Juniper," he said firmly, tone a bit softer.
Ferris nodded. "My parents, well, my mother has a sheep farm. Big enough to have a few horses, nothing near so fancy as this place." He'd handled far more sheep than horses, but he'd preferred the horses and had no desire to go back to that oppressive and chore laden childhood. "Still lucky, though, eh?"
"She your favorite here? Or do you own her?" he gestured to the mare, though he didn't think he had caught the horse's name. He knew most were owned by the Vanderson family, but some were boarded here.