Post by Sara Jane Lyena on Feb 1, 2013 15:12:44 GMT -8
Continued from Here.
Sara could see that she had peeved Samie off, but didn't let it show in her demeanor as she leaned against the fence. The girl seemed to think that she could just waltz in and take over the entire school, and had she come in a year earlier, Sara wouldn't have cared in the slightest. Since becoming the team captain for cheer, however, and overall one of the more active seniors around campus, Sara had found herself thinking of Blue Ridge as 'her' school, and she didn't want some newcomer ruining the place she had come to call home for this period in her life.
As the girl responded to her overture, with ill grace, but she did respond, Sara nodded and turned her gaze out to the pastures, where her geldings were already stationary again, pushing away the snow before they settled down to browse at the grasses that were still dormant underneath, a flickering ear in the direction of the flea-bitten grey that was their only pasture-mate at the moment.
The girl's voice brought Sara back from her entire attention being devoted to the horses and their interactions, or not. She wanted to laugh at the irony of it all, everyone who was, or wanted to be, someone seemed to choose her 'companion' as a good target. Funnily enough, they failed to realize that she had heard it all before, "He's trained to alert to specific ingredients in food, and if I happen to go into anaphylaxis, he is trained to find the nearest person's attention and bring them back to me." The generic answer usually served to distract people from the question, although Sara grinned slightly at the second question, "That depends on whom you ask."