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[Fly Teir]

fly teir;

Fly stretched as she stepped out of her car and into the sunlight. She was nearly blinded by the bright rays that hit her car and the stepped on snow all around her. The girl looked around; it smelt like horses and cold. She could see her breath and for the hundreth time that day she wondered why she had agreed to travel to this ranch to try and get away from her problems. Like that was going to work, her problems followed her everywhere. They were in her head, they were talking to her every single step of the way.

Fly popped the trunk of her car and pulled out what she called 'her shit', which consisted of an incredibly large suitcase and a couple other smaller bags. She might as well settle in as soon as possible so she didn't change her mind and drive away. 'That's what you should do, girly. Just get back in, drive away! You don't want to be here, it's obvious to me.' The voice inside her head told her, and she shook her head, annoyed, but she put on a brave face and did her best to ignore the nagging from inside herself.

Fly looked about for a bit, holding her stuff with her car trunk still open. She used her elbow to slam it shut and then walked to the first building she saw, which ought to be some sort of Office building or something. Or at least, hopefully someone would be in there that she could get directions from. She walked in, pulling her luggage in with her, closing the door with a swift bump from her hip. She looked around once again, hoping for a smiling and welcoming face.

[Charlotte Verne]

i f i t w e r e a n y o t h e r d a y
t h i s w o u l d n ' t g e t t h e b e s t o f m e

We're all damaged, it seems. Some of us, more than others. We carry the damage with us from childhood, then as grownups, we give as good as we get. Ultimately, we all do damage. And then we set about the business of fixing whatever we can.

Charlotte tapped her heels against Scanea’s sides and the large mare moved forward smoothly into a trot. She could see both their breath, but she was down to her t-shirt and her jacket was hanging on a jump standard. Workouts always warmed Charlotte up pretty quickly. And concentrating on the horse helped block things out; that was Charlotte’s main reason for the day’s workout. Pain and memories had come back last night, and she didn’t want to deal with them. She’d fix whatever damage had been done alter, but right now all she could manage was coping. A large black, furry form was curled up in one corner of the arena. As Charlotte circled Scaena, her ears caught the sound of a car pulling up the drive. Her eyes flicked to the road and she saw a car pulling up to the office.

Charlotte half-halted Scaena, bringing her back down to a walk as a girl got out of the car. She seemed to be debating something mentally, and Charlotte moved Scaena into a trot as the girl shut the door to the car. She moved Scaena to the arena’s exit, moving onto the dirt path and then onto the driveway. The black form in the corner stood, stretching out into a large and distinctly canine shape. Charlotte halted Scaena as they approached the office; the girl had already gone inside. She ground-tied Scaena and jogged inside, her boots quietly tapping against the frozen ground. The black canine followed her. The animal happened to be a wolf that Charlotte had rescued, named Riot. She reached the door and stuck her head inside with a smile. Riot shoved past her legs and bounded toward the girl, but Charlotte whistled to call him back as she stepped all the way inside. She didn’t want him scaring of the students.

Charlotte moved forward, a smile still on her lips, and Riot moved beside her, eager for permission to greet the newcomer. Charlotte waved to the young woman as she stopped a foot or two in front of her. Hi there, I’m Charlotte Verne, one of the trainers. Can I help you? She glanced to the front of the building, toward Scaena, who had wandered a few feet and was nosing around in push and pawing past the snow to look for grass to munch on. Charlotte smirked slightly and looked back to the girl, lifting an eyebrow as she waited for answer to her question.

[Fly Teir]

fly teir;

A slight disappointment filled Fly's face as she realized that building was empty. Indeed, it was an office, she had gotten that right at least, but even if it was an office, it was empty and did her no good. 'It's your calling. Leave now, before it's too late.' The voice inside her head spoke to her once again. It was being exeptionally annoying today, and refused to let her be happy. It was the cause of her being here, and that was probably why it wanted Fly to leave so badly. She'd realize that it was all in her head and that she could control it, and supress it, and it would be gone. After all, it couldn't have a mind of it's own, and it was all in Fly's head, she just didn't realize it.

Fly was just about to turn and leave when a form came bounding into the room, rushing toward her. The girl nearly screamed, seeing that it was a wolf. But then, a whistle was heard and the furry body left her alone. Fly, without realizing it, had closed her eyes and cringed. But when she realized she wasn't being attacked she opened her eyes, and saw what she wantd to see, a smiling face. A slight sigh of relief was emitted and she smiled back at the girl who introduced herself.

'Can I help you?' Fly heard the girl say, and she nodded. "Yeah. I'm supposed to be a student here, I guess, and I'm not quite sure where to go or what to do or anything." She said, the smile still on her face. "I'm Fly Teir, by the way." She continued, realizing that she didn't want to come off as rude on her first day here.