Karen has a horse. A beautiful horse, and he's all hers, she can tell. He's little sized and everything. They've gone for a walk, down to the beach, and Karen's carrying Puffin, who is suddenly not a birdie at all but somethin' else altogether, and she's chattering away.
"I think I'm gonna call you ShorHor because you're a little horse and now I'm still gonna call you Puffin, an'..."
She saw the bigger horse and gaped. ShorHor hides behind her.
Glenn could not help but stare at the little animal the girl was leading himself, as it was stranger looking than the one he had just found. He kept stroking the mare's neck slowly, and it simply eyed the other two nervously.
"Good morning to ye, young one," he said, offering the girl a friendly smile. "Have ye perhaps seen anyone walking about the beach this morning?"
"I believe it is a mare," he said, absently. He still did not understand where the animal had come from. "I...truly do nae know its name. She was outside when I awoke, as if she was waiting for me."
The horse nickered softly again, seeming to be at ease as Glenn ran his hand through her mane. Whoever owned her certainly seemed to do a good job in taming her.
Eowyn was fond of neither extreme in the weather, but if pressed, she might have said she enjoyed the warmth rather than the snow; if only to pretend for a short while that it might almost be enough to seep into her bones and stay.
The sea was still a sight to behold for Eoywn, daughter of a land of wheat and grass. She enjoyed walking the beach, feeling the sand beneath her feet, seeing the bright blue of the sea and the sky with just a look.
It was on one walk that she noticed a familiar head of hair. There were few horses on the island, Eowyn knew; it was uncommon for a daughter of Rohan to let such an observation slip by, but she could not recall Glenn having mentioned one of his own.
She walked over, drawn more to the animal than to Glenn. "She is a beautiful horse," she said by way of greeting.
Its appearance still confused Glenn, but he could not help but already feel a fondness for the animal. Its gentle nature was evident, despite it's initial skittishness. He had just been about to start thinking of where to find the animal food when he saw Eowyn approaching.
"Greetings, m'lady," he said with a slight bow of his head. "Indeed she is, and quite tame, too. I just wish I knew where she came from. Such an animal ought not to be without its master."
Eowyn frowned slightly, even as she returned Glenn's greeting. It had been some time since she had last been near a horse, and it made her miss Windfola. He'd borne her through so much, and if any animal were to deserve such a peaceful place, she would give it to him.
Glenn was not sure how to answer that, thinking back to the note he found. Perhaps it was his; perhaps it was why the beast seemed to like him so.
"I do nae believe so," he replied, shaking his head. He had put the note in the pocket of his pants, and he pulled it out to hold out to Eowyn. "This note was put upon its saddle, but since I did nae own a horse before I came here, I do nae see how this note would can be addressed to me."
There were few things better, in Angela's opinion, than waking up to a whole butt-load of art supplies.
Well, there were actually quite a few things better, but considering she was on Mystery Island That Likes To Take People, she would take what she was given. With a smile.
Messenger bag loaded with fresh goodies, she walked along the beach, idly searching for inspiration and enjoying the warm sunshine when she caught sight of Glenn and the horse. With an appreciative whistle, she walked over. "She's pretty," Angela commented, knowing in the back of her mind that it was a lame compliment, but true.
Glenn had been keeping an eye on the surrounding areas, hoping for the horse's owner to come along. He spotted Angela as she neared, and he gripped the horse's reigns a little tighter, just to make sure the animal didn't startle and hurt itself or Angela. He wasn't too sure how she was around people, though she seemed gentle enough with him already.
"Indeed," he agreed, with a small smile. Truly, he could not help but have a bit of fondness towards the animal as it kept purposely trying to get him to pet her more. "I am nae sure where she came from, but it seems quite tame. Tell me, do ye know of another Glenn on this isle? The note attached to its saddle had that name on it."
Angela wandered closer, coming to a stop near both horse and green-haired knight. Smiling fondly, she reached out to stroke the horse's nose, then looked to Glenn with wide eyes, her expression slowly growing amused.
"Oh, no. Honey, see, the island does this sometimes. Well.. yearly, I guess," she explained with a slight frown, then carried on. "Last year, we woke up to presents. And this year, I woke up to art supplies." She lifted the swollen messenger bag up to prove her point. "If this horse just showed up this morning, tagged with your name... it's yours."
Another bit of island trickery? Yet this one, like the party, was not so bad, if she spoke the truth. He could not see why she would lie.
"A present," he repeated, trying not to chuckle as the horse simply soaked in the attention she was receiving. She did not fear humans, that was for sure. "It has been many seasons since I cared for a horse, but I think I remember how to do so, if that is the case."
As if responding, the horse nudged him with his snout in an almost friendly manner, letting out a snort;
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"I think I'm gonna call you ShorHor because you're a little horse and now I'm still gonna call you Puffin, an'..."
She saw the bigger horse and gaped.
ShorHor hides behind her.
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"Good morning to ye, young one," he said, offering the girl a friendly smile. "Have ye perhaps seen anyone walking about the beach this morning?"
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"No...Just me and Puffin and ShorHor. And now you and your horsie. What's his name?"
She cranes her neck to look into the big horse's face.
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The horse nickered softly again, seeming to be at ease as Glenn ran his hand through her mane. Whoever owned her certainly seemed to do a good job in taming her.
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The sea was still a sight to behold for Eoywn, daughter of a land of wheat and grass. She enjoyed walking the beach, feeling the sand beneath her feet, seeing the bright blue of the sea and the sky with just a look.
It was on one walk that she noticed a familiar head of hair. There were few horses on the island, Eowyn knew; it was uncommon for a daughter of Rohan to let such an observation slip by, but she could not recall Glenn having mentioned one of his own.
She walked over, drawn more to the animal than to Glenn. "She is a beautiful horse," she said by way of greeting.
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"Greetings, m'lady," he said with a slight bow of his head. "Indeed she is, and quite tame, too. I just wish I knew where she came from. Such an animal ought not to be without its master."
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"Is she not yours?"
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"I do nae believe so," he replied, shaking his head. He had put the note in the pocket of his pants, and he pulled it out to hold out to Eowyn. "This note was put upon its saddle, but since I did nae own a horse before I came here, I do nae see how this note would can be addressed to me."
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Well, there were actually quite a few things better, but considering she was on Mystery Island That Likes To Take People, she would take what she was given. With a smile.
Messenger bag loaded with fresh goodies, she walked along the beach, idly searching for inspiration and enjoying the warm sunshine when she caught sight of Glenn and the horse. With an appreciative whistle, she walked over. "She's pretty," Angela commented, knowing in the back of her mind that it was a lame compliment, but true.
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"Indeed," he agreed, with a small smile. Truly, he could not help but have a bit of fondness towards the animal as it kept purposely trying to get him to pet her more. "I am nae sure where she came from, but it seems quite tame. Tell me, do ye know of another Glenn on this isle? The note attached to its saddle had that name on it."
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"Oh, no. Honey, see, the island does this sometimes. Well.. yearly, I guess," she explained with a slight frown, then carried on. "Last year, we woke up to presents. And this year, I woke up to art supplies." She lifted the swollen messenger bag up to prove her point. "If this horse just showed up this morning, tagged with your name... it's yours."
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"A present," he repeated, trying not to chuckle as the horse simply soaked in the attention she was receiving. She did not fear humans, that was for sure. "It has been many seasons since I cared for a horse, but I think I remember how to do so, if that is the case."
As if responding, the horse nudged him with his snout in an almost friendly manner, letting out a snort;
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