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oom: outside of milliways sorta
After returning from Green Lake the night before, Doc had a promise to keep to Miss Katherine in regards to the stables and taking her out riding for a proper tour of the grounds. And even with the immediate exit blocked by strange plants and vines, he'd gone out early to take care of the cleaning, feeding, and general work that he'd missed over the last few days before slipping back in for breakfast and to have a waitrat deliver a note upstairs to her room while he got changed into more riding-appropriate clothes.
The note (which she'll find along with the clothes Bar has most likely helpfully left for her upstairs -- don't ask how the rat got in to leave it, these things just happen) says simply that he'll be out in the stables after she's had breakfast and is ready, but not to rush, and to avoid angering the strange plants and she'll be just fine walking through.
So when she does wander outside, she'll catch him singing if she's quiet walking into the stables. It's a more modern song, but one that he heard while in the bar one day and it caught his interest and he's heard it enough that he's got a little bit of it memorized.
"Well Maggie was my true love, the only kiss I knew
I’d meet her at the oak tree in the cool evening dew
Where we would walk beside the levee, our fingers intertwined
While the crimson moon gazed through the needles of the pines
We’d lay beside each other, staring at the sky
Listenin’ to the whistlin’ of the train blowin’ by..."
That's all he knows, so he trails off towards the middle of the verse.
She'll find that he's in one of the store rooms gathering up the tack they'll need for two horses, and there's a few papers pinned to the wall near the door with his handwriting on them, notes and lists of feed and supplies, reminders, that sort of thing.
The note (which she'll find along with the clothes Bar has most likely helpfully left for her upstairs -- don't ask how the rat got in to leave it, these things just happen) says simply that he'll be out in the stables after she's had breakfast and is ready, but not to rush, and to avoid angering the strange plants and she'll be just fine walking through.
So when she does wander outside, she'll catch him singing if she's quiet walking into the stables. It's a more modern song, but one that he heard while in the bar one day and it caught his interest and he's heard it enough that he's got a little bit of it memorized.
"Well Maggie was my true love, the only kiss I knew
I’d meet her at the oak tree in the cool evening dew
Where we would walk beside the levee, our fingers intertwined
While the crimson moon gazed through the needles of the pines
We’d lay beside each other, staring at the sky
Listenin’ to the whistlin’ of the train blowin’ by..."
That's all he knows, so he trails off towards the middle of the verse.
She'll find that he's in one of the store rooms gathering up the tack they'll need for two horses, and there's a few papers pinned to the wall near the door with his handwriting on them, notes and lists of feed and supplies, reminders, that sort of thing.
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She tosses a look back over her shoulder at him, but doesn't say another word.
Duncan prances a bit, stepping proper and shaking that long, shiny mane.
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Doc grins and follows her, letting her lead for awhile. It's not like it's hard to follow the path around the lake, nearing the inlet where it's shallow enough to cross.
"That's why I've been practicin' juggling," he offers. "Faster hands."
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Hooves splash through shallow water, and Katherine grins, feeling the urge to break into a gallop and send the spray flying.
She restrains herself, but barely.
"Do you find it helps?"
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However --
-- Doc doesn't restrain himself like she does, and grins as he picks up the pace, spray leaping into the air in his wake.
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She pursues Rachat, but not with the same intensity as when they were flying through the field, heartbeat echoing in the earth as hoof-beats pounded in her chest. She's content to hang back a little, letting the spray hit her face and soak the legs of her jeans, eyes closed to the wind as they fly onward.
She's content. She's content. Just following Doc, in this strange place called Milliways, she is content.