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Post by Riley on Aug 28, 2011 1:01:37 GMT -5
"It's nice. It's the type of hot that's not too...hot." Ria smiled, "Oh, okay, then." She said, glad that his mother's migraine wasn't too bad. Ria got the sense that he didn't want to talk about his mom from the tone of his voice, so she didn't prod him about it. Brushing her hair behind her ear, Ria licked her dry lips. "What? Oh. Nineteen. You?" Ria said, although she often felt like she resembled a fifteen year old with her small figure. Most people, however, told her that she seemed years older than she was, just based on her personality and her job.
Ria decided to take Iakov's advice and fell back on the sand again, hardly noticing that he managed to get himself farther into her personal space. The sneaky little farmboy. Ria giggled at the thought of describing Iakov as 'little' when he hardly was. What a strange sight they probably were, a tiny pale girl completely cloaked in brown clothing and a rather large tan man, both laying out on the sand. "Mmm, I haven't relaxed like this since...well, I believe it's been about seven years since I've done anything without a work related reason behind it, excluding sleeping and eating, of course."
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Post by Amelia on Aug 28, 2011 13:05:56 GMT -5
He was, to be honest, surprised at their age diffrence. "I'm 29." he said, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He let both the warm sand and sun heat him, tempting Iakov with sleep.
And the temtation was succesful. He silenty drfited into a nap, the hard work from the morning getting to him. He came back though when Ria began to speak. Without opening his eyes he responded with a simple "You should do this more often then."
He yawned and stretched, then opened his eyes and looked at the girl laying next to him. 'She needs to just sit outside and get some sun,' Iakov thought with a smile. He yawned. "Do you ever get out of that shop?" he asked. "If you ever need to you can always swing by my farm and I'll suit you up with your own Mare. Maybe even a white one?"
He smiled, hoping she knew what a mare was. It was simply a female horse, but to someone who is always inside mixing concoctions, the terminology might be unfamiliar. The thought of giving her a white mare made him smile as well. Obviously he would keep the horse at his barn, as he assumed that she would be too busy to take care of the animal or even have a place to put it, but he would let her name the filly and ride it when she wished.
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Post by Riley on Aug 28, 2011 18:31:02 GMT -5
"Considering your overgrown stature, 29 would make sense. Of course anything above 24 would make sense." Yes, this was Ria pretending not to be surprised. She hadn't given any thought to his age...she honestly hadn't had time to. Ria had been so caught up in this adventure of a day, she hadn't had time to consider a lot of things. 29? How was it possible that he could be that much older? Oh, well. It wasn't that big of a deal. Only ten years.
"Yes, I should." Ria agreed, highly doubting if she could. There were just too many things to do in the shop...and her father. She had to take care of him. The only way she could afford another day like this was if she asked someone to watch the shop and her father for her. The last time she did that, the woman quit within the hour, forcing Ria to come back early from a much needed vial run to Erotium. "No, not much." Ria answered, staring up at the blue sky. Wait...he was offering her her own horse to ride if she visited? A white mare. A female horse. That she was expected to ride. That she was expected to ride and not fall off and get trampled or freak out. It was different on Iakov's stallion because Iakov was sitting behind her and doing all the work...but riding on her own? "I don't know. Honestly, I'm not really too fond of horses. Plus, I'm just really really tiny. And they're really, really big. I don't even know if I can get away like this again..." Ria sighed, actually disappointed by the reality of things. Of course, someone like Ria was often disappointed by the reality of things. Just, more so today.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 28, 2011 20:41:39 GMT -5
"Ahh . . ." he said, closing his eyes again. "If you ever need help, you can always ask me. Or my mother. Assuming we're not working." he paused and thought. "We work our butts off but the King just sits on his. It makes me so . . . frustrated."
Iakov breathed a sigh and shifted his body over more so toward Ria. Their bodies were only about an inch away from touching now and the farmer boy took a deep breath, his diaphram expanding and pushing a little more closer toward the black haired pale potion maker.
"You just need some practice with the horses. Maybe we could stop by my farm on the way back . . . there are a couple foals we can play with. And don't worry about size, you can always ride a pony." he stated with a smirk. Ponys were the most evil horses of all in his perspective, but he wouldn't tell Ria that. A little pony about 14 hands would fit her well, and he had a few that were used in pull a carige as a team if they were ever driving into town and wanted to look good.
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Post by Riley on Aug 28, 2011 21:05:49 GMT -5
“No, I couldn’t do that. I’ll handle it by myself.” Ria said. And she would. Ria was much too prideful to ask for help more than once a year, and even that was difficult for her. The King. Ugh. That blubbering oaf didn’t know how to run a kingdom. Ria was sure that she could do a much better job at it than the old fogey that was sitting in the throne now. “The King. Don’t get me started on that dunderhead.” Once, when Ria was little, the king had called her father away for a full day to tend to his bellyache. A full day. Not to mention the fact that the “King” sent barely trained young boys into battle, expecting them to live. Or, at least, this was how Ria saw it. But then again, she was biased on the matter.
Ria turned her head towards Iakov, raising an eyebrow at how close he had managed to get himself without her noticing. “You know, if you want to touch me or cuddle me or something – go ahead. Stop trying to be sneaky. You’re horrible at it. Although I can’t promise that I won’t be incredibly awkward.” Ria realized the leverage she had just gave him, and narrowed her eyes, “Don’t get too mad with power.” She said, as a warning. Ria may be tiny, but she could give out a good kick when it was necessary.
“Foals? Baby horses?” The inner teenage girl in Ria popped out of her hole and squealed in delight. The outer, serious, woman kept a straight face. The only sign of inner squealing was her green eyes lighting up. The foals had to be smaller than her, and probably weren’t old enough to develop any kind of mean personality or grudge against tiny people that would cause one (or more) of them to trample her, resulting in her untimely demise. Yep, foals sounded like a great idea. She still wasn’t too sure about the pony, but Ria was definitely willing to play with the foals.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 28, 2011 21:33:18 GMT -5
He blushed a little when she had told him it was ok for him to cuddle her. Now that she had mentioned it he felt awkward about it, so he moved away from her about an inch. “Sorry . . . “ he mumbled.
Iakov smiled when excitement was beginning to flicker in her eyes. “Yeah. Babies. Some of them are a month old, and there is one who was born about three days ago. She’s quite a cutie.”
He laughed slightly, remembering the horse clumsily take its first steps. She was a buckskin at the moment, but would probably end up a dun or maybe a bay. The horse’s mother didn’t mind people touching or brushing the baby, but when it came to other horses she was very protective. As a result they had to place her in a private pasture, which they would’ve done regardless, but she will be in there longer than the other mares and foals typically would be. He had yet to come up with a name for her.
“You know . . . the smallest foal has yet to receive a name, and if you would like you can name her. We won’t be selling her to the royal family because she’s not pure white or black, so she’ll be living with us for quite awhile.” He stated, turning his head toward Ria and staring into her eyes.
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Post by Riley on Aug 29, 2011 3:12:04 GMT -5
Ria sighed when he moved away, a little disappointed. Iakov was still very close to her, though. So that was okay. “Don’t worry about it.” She said, twisting her fingers around each other. She examined her hands. The fingernails were chipped and there was a bruise on the back of her left one from Ria knocking it on the edge of a cabinet last week. That darn cabinet. Sometimes Ria could convince herself that the cabinet was enchanted and that the wooden piece of furniture had it out for her. She wondered when the bruise was going to fade. The conversation had gone from awkward to Horses again. Ria found she was okay with this. “Three days?” Ria could just imagine a little tiny horse stumbling around. She almost wanted to squeal with delight. Almost.
“Hmm…I don’t know. I probably wouldn’t choose a good name.” Ria already had names swimming through her head, one in particular. But she wasn’t sure. If she named his horse, she likened it to her imprinting herself in his life, in the form of a name. Oh, to hell with it. If he insisted, she would name the horse. It was, after all, just a horse. Briar was a good name. A Briar was a type of rose...and Rose was, well, a rose was a rose. Just like any other rose. Except for the different Roses. How was she confusing herself within her own mind? 'I'm never confused. Just simply a little boggled at times.' Ria argued against her own thoughts. For anyone else, this would signal insanity. For a girl that talked to vials all day, this was as sane as she got.“The royal family’s ridiculous.” She mumbled under her breath, as Iakov’s eyes connected with hers. Hmm, they really were an indefinable color. Maybe chestnut? She didn’t know, but she was determined to figure out a suitable color for that certain pretty shade of brown.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 29, 2011 20:21:40 GMT -5
"I'm sure you'd choose a lovely name." he stated, closing his eyes. For a moment he just relaxed and soaked in all of the heat like a snkae. Iakov drew a deep breath, completely relaxing his strained body. After a hards day of work, there was nothing better than relaxing in the sand next to a beautiful gril, surrounded by beautiful scenery, with his horse Watson behind them.
A tinge of disapointment fell over him as he realized that they would have to leave this place in order to name the foal. Sitting up slowly, he opened his eyes hastily, being careful to let his pupils adjust to the bright sun before looking around with his eyes fully exposed. He yawned.
"Well, if we are ever to see the baby we best be on our way," Iakov stated, pulling himself to his feet. "We can allways come back."
WIth a simple outstrech of his hand, he gestured for Ria to grab onto him and pull herself from the ungodly comfortable ground. He smiled at her, attempting to lessen his disapointment in them leaving.
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Post by Riley on Aug 29, 2011 20:49:27 GMT -5
“You really shouldn’t be so sure of that.” Ria said. She was sure that she would choose a good name, if the opportunity came up. Or what she thought was a good name. Then again, what she thought was a good name could be exactly the opposite of what he thought was a good name. Everyone had their own tastes, which is why she wasn’t sure why he could be so sure. It made no sense. Then again, a lot of things about Iakov didn’t make sense to Ria. How he seemed to trust everything so easily. That she wouldn’t freak out – or die – on a horse, that she would choose a good name. He was asking her to name a horse of his, surely there was some significance in there for him. There was that word again. Now he had her doing the ‘sure’ thing. Ugh.
“If you think so.” Ria said, taking his hand and letting him pull her up. She returned his smile with a genuine one of her own. Although, yes, she was disappointed to leave this wonderful sanctuary of a place, Ria was curious about his farm. And they should probably get Frederick to his mother, the poor thing. He was probably wondering why he hadn’t been delivered yet, all alone in Iakov’s pocket. She sighed, green eyes directing a glance at the hole that was temporarily Frederick’s home. Some of the vials Ria had had become like her children, she knew their personalities, how they react to things, which people would be best suited for them…the normal person would balk at Vials having all of this inside of them, but why shouldn’t they? Why shouldn’t they be just as much human as humans themselves, if not more at times? Ria sighed again, letting her lips turn upward into a smile. “We should be going, then?” She asked, waiting for him to lead the way back to his horse.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 30, 2011 21:36:23 GMT -5
"Yeah . . ." he said in a depressing tone, walking slowly toward his horse about a step before spinning around with a huge grin on his face. The brunette ran to the petite girl and picked her up, running back to the horse again. He paused once he reached the horse. "Remember, this is a kidnapping" he said, laughing.
Iakov quickly but gently flung her onto Watson's back, and once again grabbed her by the waist and positioned her correctly on the animal's back. After he felt that she was on good enough, the muscled 29 year old sprang onto his horse with one heave and moved right behind the girl, their bodies pressed together. With a gentle squeeze, his horse moved forward to a relaxing walk, and they were off again down the beach, taking the long way back to his farm.
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Post by Riley on Aug 31, 2011 17:11:08 GMT -5
Ria froze in surprise, and then relaxed. Really, did Iakov just have some sort of sick fascination with throwing her around like a rag doll? Not that she minded, of course. Due to the past adventures of the day, instances of Ria being thrown around, she was somehow used to Iakov lifting her up whenever he fancied. That didn’t mean Ria couldn’t complain about it. Loudly. “Of course, how could I forget? What with your desire to needlessly throw me around, I am constantly reminded.” Ria faked a sour expression, and somehow managed to hold it for a good period of time. Was it because that was the usual expression she had around the shop? Probably. Maybe if there were more vials that liked her than vials that didn't, her expression would be more pleasant. Anyway, she broke out into a smile several seconds later.
Ria was flung onto the horse’s back. Her pale hands instinctively grabbed the saddle horn as Iakov positioned her. And once again, their bodies were pushed together on the saddle, for an unknown period of time. At least, unknown to Ria. When the horse started moving, Ria loosened her death grip on the saddle horn (she doubted she could get used to the feeling of suddenly being on a gigantic creature) and let her hands fall onto her legs once more. Her back straightened up, and green eyes once again observed the landscape behind specs. Deciding that she had taken in everything she could from this view, Ria came the the conclusion that she should make conversation. “Did you always want to own a farm?” She asked. This seemed like a safe question to ask, although, she observed, for most people it was difficult to answer. But, oh well, she couldn’t really see this big man doing anything but owning a farm, even after just a day of knowing him.
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Post by Amelia on Sept 3, 2011 11:31:23 GMT -5
(OOC: sorry for the shortness, I'm in a rush )
Iakov smiled, the happy expression slidding away as she asked him a question that he did not want to answer.
"I never really had a chocie . . . " he mumbled, not wanting to explain the whole back story to this girl. It was emotional for him, even if its been years. Clearing his throat he started to chage the subject.
"We'd better quicken the pace if you want to be back to finish up your work by sundown," he said, squeezing Watson onward untill he was at a canter.
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Post by Riley on Sept 5, 2011 18:34:23 GMT -5
(Sorry. I just thought you might of forgotten…yeah. :3)
Ria waited for his answer, slightly disappointed when it came. “Okay.” She said, hearing the sudden droop in his voice. He apparently didn’t seem too fond of owning the farm, or maybe it was just being forced to own the farm that was getting him down. Either way, it seemed like he didn’t want to talk about it. Ria understood that…there were a lot of things she didn’t want to talk about, especially with someone she had just recently met.
Ria started to feel unwanted as Iakov kicked his horse into a canter and said something about getting her home in time to finish her chores. Her hands quickly moved from her legs to the saddle horn as the horse picked up speed. It probably wasn’t that fast for most people, but Ria was quite uncomfortable at this speed…or even on a horse at that moment in time. “Right. Good plan.” She said, attempting to pretend she wasn’t gripping the saddle horn for dear life again.
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Post by Amelia on Sept 5, 2011 19:06:07 GMT -5
Iakov slowed the horse when he realized Ria was having issues holding on. Luckily the farm was in sight, and before he knew it they were walking on the dirt road, surrounded buy acres of pastures and crops. Quite a lot for only two people to tend to, but the managed.
"Here we are . . . " he said with a sigh coming upon the massive barn. Inside you could hear the pleased neighing of horses as they saw their master through the craked doors. He dismounted and pulled Ria gently to the ground too, and with one push, Iakov swung open the massive doors to be greeted by about twenty horse heads outstreched from their stalls.
"Hey guys," he said, smileing. The tall farmer boy took long strides down to asile to the very last stall, stroking a few noses as he passed. He stopped once he reached it and peered inside. Once he had seen enough, Iakov opened the stall door and walked in, not concered the horses would run out. Within moments he was out again, followed by a Buckskin mare, and slowly peeping around the corner of the stall, a three day old filly.
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