http://waytoomanynames.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] waytoomanynames.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2008-12-05 10:25 pm
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The Gig, Friday [5.12]

Up on the rooftop, click, click, click...

Rosie groaned as she stared up at the barn roof. There were horses on it. Tiny horses. Frolicking tiny horses. White ones.

Bold, ears laid back, was staring up at them, radiating displeasure.

You could come down, Rosie told them. There's oats down here, and hay and sugar. Yes, she was wheedling. She was not above bribery if it meant stopping the noise. Wee and happy they might be, but hooves on tin were never going to be considered melodious.

The reply came not in words, precisely, but in a burst of joyous happiness as they cavalled, leapt, and piaffed their way down the sloping roof, then wheeled to gallop back up it.

Rosie couldn't help smiling. Look at it this way, she said, leaning companionably on Bold's shoulder. At least it's not boring here.

Bold snorted and grudgingly allowed his ears to straighten. Boring, he replied, curving his neck to nose her face, is underrated.

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