[033] Action - for fillsinedges but ota
[After the formality of the school's most recent dance, Lieutenant Sinclair decided to do one thing she had yet to but had been meaning to for some time.
She let herself in to the stable Lord Beckett used for his riding lessons and looked around. Some empty stalls. Were some of the horses out? Or had he intentionally not filled it?
She knew most of the horses by breed-- all fine specimens. But they were thoroughbreds. Every last one of them. Really, given that Beckett was English, that shouldn't be surprising, but Helga hadn't considered it. To her, riding was best done on a horse that was never quite tame-- not one that had been raised to obey.
Perhaps Lord Beckett had taken one of the mustangs out to ride? She doubted it, though. Such a shame.]
She let herself in to the stable Lord Beckett used for his riding lessons and looked around. Some empty stalls. Were some of the horses out? Or had he intentionally not filled it?
She knew most of the horses by breed-- all fine specimens. But they were thoroughbreds. Every last one of them. Really, given that Beckett was English, that shouldn't be surprising, but Helga hadn't considered it. To her, riding was best done on a horse that was never quite tame-- not one that had been raised to obey.
Perhaps Lord Beckett had taken one of the mustangs out to ride? She doubted it, though. Such a shame.]