Able thickly swallowed what he had chewed.

"Is everything okay Able?" Dreyfus

"I am fine." He curtly replied. Rage was beginning to grow within him. It was only morning and Emre already managed to annoy and embarrass him. She wasn't even in the room! "Arru! (Damn!)" he cursed in his native tongue.

"Oh! Before I forget, Emre would like you to come to the horse stalls after you finish eating." The professor said absentmindedly as he was also trying to read from a stack of research papers.

"I do not take orders to present myself to any mortal!" Able angrily spat. But the professor must not have heard him as he disappeared into the study without a word. Able huffed and tossed what was uneaten back into the iron skillet on the stove. He went back to his room, put on warm clothes and pat the head of the diapered lamb that rested near his bed before leaving the house.

Emre pulled on the saddle's belt to tighten the cinch around the white horse's belly. She gently pushed against its belly with her knee when she heard the horse sneakily sucked in a breath and loosen the saddle,

"Dead broke my ass." Mere huffed. The horse was clearly green broke (rideable but not perfect) and the previous owner was just self righteous about its training. Emre tightened the cinch again and pat the white gelding on the neck. "$200 dollars won't go to waste after all I guess." She lightly smiled while stroking its face.

Emre spotted her personal horse, "your turn to saddle up Thumbly!" She unlatched his stall and led the shining black quarter horse to his standing area to get brushed and saddled.

When Able had arrived to the horse barn (a pretty good walk), he first saw two horses saddled and Emre brushing the blacker and taller horse. The white horse was blinding white and fidgety. Throwing its head up whenever a fly buzzed into its face. The other was tall, midnight black and calm. The black horse was focused on Emre, who appeared behind it just brushing it here and there. Her brown hair was down, falling over her shoulders and down her back in springy coils. Able considered for a second running off into the woods and getting "lost" just avoid time with the mortal. He could admit that Emre was a very attractive looking woman. He however, couldn't put up with how her attractiveness made it suddenly hard to remain annoyed or upset with her.

"There you are! What took you so long?"

And now he remembered why. She was attractive until she opened her damn mouth. Now she was just a pretty looking woman who disrespected her elders (him) and men (him). He scowled at her and himself.

For some reason, a part of him liked the unorthodox behavior.

"Even letting you have a day off and a big breakfast you still look like you have a stick up your..." She stopped short of her curse word and shook her head and laughed to herself, "forget it. Come on." She nodded her head towards the horses.

Emre patted the neck of the white horse, "this one is yours. I haven't found one suitable for you so this one is temporary."

Emre walked her horse and the white horse into the corral. Without any effort she climbed onto hers and looked back expectantly to Able.

He was just staring at the saddle, unmoving.

"Well? Don't you know how to ride a horse?" A taunt laced her voice. Able shot her a irritated look.

"There were no such thing as horses when I was a young man." He huffed as he looked at the animal. Emre's face softened up a bit. She was suddenly thinking about the fact that he was thousands of thousands of years old and that everything he'd known is long gone or had changed completely. Emre softly huffed and jumped off Thumbly.

"Left foot in the stirrup first. You always get onto a horse from their left side." She instructed. Able did exactly as told, effortlessly putting a foot into the stirrup and throwing his right leg over the horse's back to find the stirrup on its right side. "Good form." Emre lightly smiled. Able began to grab the horse's reign,

"Not like that." Emre said with a roll of her brown eyes. Suddenly her hands were touching his. He hissed at her but she ignored it, guiding one hand to hold the rein and the other to the saddle's horn for him to hold on to. "We ride Western style here so the horse's are trained to neck rein." She said.

Able rolled his eyes this time, "I know nothing of these words mortal!"

"It means that if you pull the rein on one side of their neck they will move to that side. Just...watch me okay?"

Emre returned to Thumbly and got into the saddle. She started walking him around the ring, emphasizing the rein touching the sides of Thumbly's neck to make him go left or right. Able watched her the whole time, learning. She was good looking walking around but even more satisfying to look at while on the horse.

"Start walking the horse when you're ready."

Able finally tore his eyes away from Emre and got his horse moving. They circled the round pen for a while until Able was sure that he knew what he was doing. After a few more rounds he began to grow bored.

"Is this all you have to offer mortal? I wish for a challenge!" He taunted at her with a fanged smirk. Emre rolled her eyes and smirked back,

"You wouldn't be able to handle it." She laughed back. Able trotted his horse up next to Emre's,

"I challenge you to a race mortal." He said flatly. Then he pointed a clawed finger towards the grassy hills out into the Alaskan prairie. Emre's eyebrows raised in surprise. Able challenging her to a race? Easy win. He would hate to lose to a girl.

"Alright, you're on-hey!!" Able had already taken off towards the hills. "You cheat!" Emre screeched at him. She heard him laughing maniacally in the distance. She gently dug her heels into Thumbly who took off after Able and the white horse.

Able and Emre seem to be getting along today!

Not for long mwahahahaha!