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[First thing to broadcast over the feed is the sharp clatter of the Gear skittering across the ground, nearly drowning out the sound of a person hitting the ground soon after and the rushed stop of hoof-beats.
But eventually the Gear settles, focused on a blonde teen flat on his back as a Ponyta trots carefully to his side. All is silent except for the sounds of nature.
For all of three seconds.
Then there is quiet laughter as the boy pushes himself upright, much to the entertainment of the Ponyta, now all but dancing in place beside him.]
I guess that's not as easy as I thought. It looks like I'll need to be taught.
[A cheerful whinny is his response, and it's with another chuckle that he pushes himself carefully to his knees--only to freeze with his eyes on the recording Gear.
Oh. Well.
His smile may have grown just a little sheepish.] Is there anyone out there willing to give riding lessons?
[OoC: Tags might be a little delayed, and if so I apologize! It's nearing time for bed. =(]
But eventually the Gear settles, focused on a blonde teen flat on his back as a Ponyta trots carefully to his side. All is silent except for the sounds of nature.
For all of three seconds.
Then there is quiet laughter as the boy pushes himself upright, much to the entertainment of the Ponyta, now all but dancing in place beside him.]
I guess that's not as easy as I thought. It looks like I'll need to be taught.
[A cheerful whinny is his response, and it's with another chuckle that he pushes himself carefully to his knees--only to freeze with his eyes on the recording Gear.
Oh. Well.
His smile may have grown just a little sheepish.] Is there anyone out there willing to give riding lessons?
[OoC: Tags might be a little delayed, and if so I apologize! It's nearing time for bed. =(]
