You can see two people at the foot of a hill: one is a female, with long, silver hair and grey eyes, the other male with black hair and both were almost identical uniforms. The both scream of wealth, and are new. She narrowed her eyes, appraisingly, before she crossed her arms. Here she was, stuck in a camp where she was to stay for the summer, or whenever she felt like. To her, it was an escape from the wealthy environment she had been born and bred within what you may call, the elite class. A horrible bore: you wouldn't want to be her.
Atleast Senri was here: yes, Narumiya Senri, professional doctor and a slight pervert, current, and longest lover ever in the history of Usio's being.Usio did not address her lover formally: bah with all the formality. Amamiya gets enough of that back at the Imperial Academy.
Back to the point.
Her grey eyes rolled, watching the scenes that darted over her quick eyes, before she tapped her fingers against her palm. Wealth, here, meant horses. Wealth, was something she was accustomed, and will forever have. Money was not an issue. Honor and standing was.
Mmph. She sounded like Shizumasa.
Don't mind her. She has absolute no experience in horses.
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Senri:
Senri-san was appraisal. What the heck, here he was, in the middle of a primitive mountain country, where horses are all that matter? Wadda? Talk about a manipulative sense of humor. Must have been the Koutai that kicked in him. Now, it must be shown, Senri absolutely infatuated with being in -power-. It doesn't hurt that he has some horsey background: he owns a couple of ranches back south, in Japan. Yup, I mean it, Japan.
Thoroughbreds were his specialty, though he couldn't help admiring other breeds. As it was, he was looking for a (how did you guess?) present for dear Usio, when something caught his
eye: being a horseman, a herd of wild horses grabbed his interest.
"Usio." It was a command. And like always, her left brow raised in a sense of denial: beg. He shook his head with a grin, before grabbing her arm and pulling her quietly toward the herd.
Usio: Cute. They were going after pretty, wild ponies. Without an specific pure breed, though she would guess Arabian. But. to her quaint amusement, it seemed as if this particular herd was very "prissy." She fancied that palomino mare though (SNOW BY NIGHT), who seemed very quiet. Almost like Usio's own personality, though she was partial to that outrageous red roan (Flame Dancer), who reminded her of Haine.
"The red roan, and the palomino," she whispered softly to Senri, as she pried away his hands, which had been muffling her voice.
Senri:
The lead stallion: he would presume as that black stallion, was un fit for attention. Very common, though that grey stallion seemed an ideal mount. Interesting. As Usio's words pricked at his ears, he nodded, before kissing the top of her head, ignoring her silent complaints.
Love is innocent.
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Usio:
Quit it! She wouldn't deny that his kisses were fluttery in her heart, but she pushed him away, nonetheless. Deciding to make herself known, she flew from the shadows, coming in full view, before Senri came up behind her.
Hate is sweet.
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