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Connor was jolted out of his ordering block by gleeful barking. He carefully rearranged himself on Clarabelle to turn around without pitching to the pavement and was greeted by the worrying sight of a large dog hurtling toward them. Quickly dismounting all the way, he hit the ground at a sprint in order to meet the dog before it had an opportunity to spook any of the locamotive livestock.
"Easy, boy," he called assertively, reaching out a hand in an attempt to slow the dog.
When the speeding canine kept coming, he rooted his legs firmly and braced himself for impact. I have a suspicion it's not going to stop.
"Whose dog?!"
River bit down on her lip, drawing a small droplet of crimson as Trodaire was merely a black blur as he hurtled towards the boy and... His cow? And two girls perched upon the cow, riding it. Don't question it, just get the dog, River. Just get the stupid dog.
She lurched forward, stomping her foot on his dragging leash, and dropping to the ground face first as she bent over to grab it with her hand and he didn't notice, causing them both to go tumbling at the boy's feet. Oh... Well that was graceful, River. Thanks Trodaire. "I hate you." She growled at the dog, bring herself to her feet, bending down and grabbing her sunglasses that had fell off and returning them to her face before knocking dust off her pants, seemingly ignoring the boy in-front of her as she brought herself back together and return Trodaire's leash to it's rightful place in her hand before she finally turned her calm eyes to meet his.
"The dog is mine, I'm sorry for any problems he may have caused." She uttered coolly, trying to ignore her embarrassing crash at his feet and the droplet of blood welling on her lip.
 
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River bit down on her lip, drawing a small droplet of crimson as Trodaire was merely a black blur as he hurtled towards the boy and... His cow? And two girls perched upon the cow, riding it. Don't question it, just get the dog, River. Just get the stupid dog.
She lurched forward, stomping her foot on his dragging leash, and dropping to the face first as she bent over to grab it with her hand and he didn't notice, causing them both to go tumbling at the boy's feet. Oh... Well that was graceful, River. Thanks Trodaire. "I hate you." She growled at the dog, bring herself to her feet, bending down and grabbing her sunglasses that had fell off and returning them to her face before knocking dust off her pants, seemingly ignoring the boy in-front of her as she brought herself back together and return Trodaire's leash to its rightful place in her hand before she finally turned her calm eyes to meet his.
"The dog is mine, I'm sorry for any problems he may have caused." She uttered coolly, trying to ignore her embarrassing crash at his feet and the droplet of blood welling on her lip.
Connor frowned as she snapped out her frustration at the disobedient dog. "No, no, it's fine." He would've helped her up, but the cold front that she'd forced between them had him relieved that he hadn't been so forward. He took a step back and began fussing with an edge of his shirt that had come untucked sometime in the past few chaotic moments.
The edge in the unfamiliar girl's manner had him uneasy, but he still wasn't about to let the exchange close without polite decency on his end. "Dogs will be dogs, right? Especially a young guy like him." Connor let an easy smile plaster across his face. "What's his name...and how 'bout yours?"
 
Connor frowned as she snapped out her frustration at the disobedient dog. "No, no, it's fine." He would've helped her up, but the cold front that she'd forced between them had him relieved that he hadn't been so forward. He took a step back and began fussing with an edge of his shirt that had come untucked sometime in the past few chaotic moments.
The edge in the unfamiliar girl's manner had him uneasy, but he still wasn't about to let the exchange close without polite decency on his end. "Dogs will be dogs, right? Especially a young guy like him." Connor let an easy smile plaster across his face. "What's his name...and how 'bout yours?"
River was at a pause for words, watching the fuzzy haired boy closely as he fidgeted with his shirt, obliviously put off by her cold front, but still throwing in some awkwardly polite words, and earned himself an ever so slight sliver of respect from her.
Her fighter mind had already judged if he was the sort to win in a fight with her, and she was rather confident that she could take him.
"Ergh, yeah. That they will be." River finally piped up, trying to force a kind tone to her voice. "Oh, his name? Trodaire. It's Irish for fighter." She stated, allowing her stance to relax ever so slightly. "Name's River. You would be?"
 
Cindy galloped home her red hair having officially fallen out it’s plaits and was blowing infront her eyes. She spotted her mother standing at the gate to the driveway. “What is it Mum?” She asked. “This” she handed her a red letter.
It read: (this is from her arch enemy in the city)
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Pull it together or I come after you.
Cindy shuddered “Nicki” she hissed springing off Cinnamon. “Why don’t you take him on a ride to the river?” Her mother asked. “That sounds good” she sprung back on Cinnamon and she took off towards the back corner of the town where a small river flowed through. She smiled and twisted to watch the fields fly by!
 

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