shorty40 - When I role play, I bold the character's speaking, otherwise something they say has a chance of getting over looked and it always pisses me off ;; That, and I'm a quick reader, I skim most of the time, and sometimes I skip over things and have to look it up later... That, and my spelling sucks ;; along with my grammar.

kody leigh - I wanna go to Ireland, also. Our city has a sister city in japan, Isesaki I think ;; Anyway. I'm a hunters girl, just not as avid with it as horses. I mean, I know how to load and fire almost any kinda gun, but my aim... -cough- is a completely different story

Kayla - Changing tenses? -blinks- I have a different writing style then most. I'm used to role playing with other people, and often I have to switch tenses to explain a character's past a bit or something. It, probably confuses you, but I've been doing it forever and a day ago... I think it gives the story a bit more of a backbone, and it helps you understand the characters more.... Or I could have spent a few seconds rambling up there and still be confused about what you meant...?

English, is not my best lango, nor is Japanese but that is a whole other story. XD!

Chosen Moments Stable
Session 3 : Almost Flying

Sango swung her right leg over the back of Jintsuri, dismounting so that she could open the gate that would allow Miroku and her to ride out into the forest of trails. Once Miroku and her horse where past the gate, she reclosed it and climbed back on, giving Miroku a hand gesture that ment she was ready to continue. They both were riding western, so they were pretty much riding in a comfortable seat as their mighty steeds pounced along on the muddy trail.

"Jintsuri," Sango cooed to her mighty steed, "Stop being a chicken and go, I swear on your feed that the log isn't going to bite you."

She waited for a second, watching her small brown grade (word for "mutt" in horse lango)horse studied the log that was hanging half way out on the trail. Jintsuri was born and raised on the stable grounds and knew what every turn around the trails would lead too. He hated when things got out of place, such as that rotting log, it wasn't supposed to be there. He knew that, and he wanted it gone...

Sango finally clucked a warning and squeezed her heels to get him to move forward, he began to back up however.

Miroku watched as his "student" tried to get her horse moving. He gave a sigh, at the same time Katanu did, and was about to tell her to just slap him on the rump. He knew Sango wasn't the type to force her horse to do stuff he did not want too, but they were kind of on his time, seeing as he had a lesson to give in around three hours. Finally, without warning, he urged Katanu to move forward a bit, and just slapped the backing up horse on the rump.

Sango let out a yelp as Jintsuri suddenly launched himself forward into a pogo stick trot, getting jerked backwards from the lack of readiness and a small rush of adrenaline from almost falling off was not her ideal cup o' tea. Looking over her shoulders as she slowed her chicken horse to a walk, her chocolate brown orbs slant into a glare as the supposed "Houshi" grins wildly at her like a child.

"Warnings are welcomed, you know," she retorts to him in a calm demeanor, almost sound sarcastic, looking away from him and a head of the trail purposely.

"Oh? But your shocked expression was cute. "

Sango didn't respond, and acted like the small rosy blush on her cheeks were not there. Thankfully, they had reached the creek, and it was her chance to change the subject by asking what direction they should travel. They could cross it, where a golden meadow waited for them to rush into and race through with almost flying speed. Or they could travel up or down the creek, get out in either another field or continue their trailing in the woods. Personally, however, Sango was sick of walking through the spider webs that were tangled in the trees...

"We cross?"

"Sure."

Sango nodded, and shifted in her saddle before squeezing Jintsuri into a trot. The creek was wide, but shallow, the water going up to her ankles at least. She loved to trot in the water, and Jintsuri seemed to always love it too. Although riding him in that gait was much like riding a pogo stick, she couldn't deny loving the sound of his powerful long legs pounding into the cold crystal water. The click of his dark hooves on the rocks and the cold water splashing up against her was very amusing to her. She shivered once out of the water, and slowed him back to a walk once out of the creek's bank.

Miroku knew Sango was going to just charge into the water like a general in the civil war. He too, enjoyed crossing water on horseback, and with Katanu as his mount of choice for the day, the odds of getting wet as Sango did was slim. He watched Sango cross, her slender body taking a beating from Jintsuri's rough trot, but he knew she would live past it without any pains. The water sent up by Jintsuri's hooves, and the dim lighting of the forest made Sango's skin and hair faintly glow. He loved watching her, wether horseback riding or not. At any rate, he walked his big ole' Dun Quarter Horse across the creek, catching up to Sango quickly and easily.

Once their equines were side by side, evenly, he leaned over bit whispering into Sango's ear...

Sango, at Miroku's closeness, tensed up and sat up more straight then normal in her saddle, his voice, although soothing to hear, was making her hair stand on end as blood rushed to her face in another rosy blush. His breath on her neck and ear was warmer then the air, and made her shiver a bit.

"Sango...?"

"Y–eah...?" Sango stuttered out.

"Care to race around the meadow?" He asked, his whispering voice alluring Sango in even more.

Sango suddenly felt disappointed, figuring that he would say some kind of cliche pick up line for asking her out on a date. She had hoped that what InuYasha had said in the tack room would have woken up Miroku a bit in the head. Obviously, it had not. She mentally blinked. The thought of that alone put her in a spaced out type shock, and for a moment she double blinked in reality, dumbfounded by her own thoughts. She was old fashion, and left it up to the guys to ask her out on a date. At any rate, she playfully pushed the professional player away, shifted in her saddle for a better seating before smiling over at Miroku.

"You're on!"

In one fatal cry of "Go!" by both wanna-be couples, their steeds shot off...

almost flying...

Hee Hee! XD! I had to do something like that. Very short chapter I know (might as well be called a "bonus" or something), but as soon as I post this one, I'll probably start the next one. Random spur of the moment Miroku/Sango thingy. I could not resist. However, I'm not sure if they are in character or not. I think Miroku is, but I don't role play Sango at all... my friend does... so ;;

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