Oh you gotta continue the dressage AU! It looks promising and already so good too!
Maybe something cute? Gil playing with Olympia? And Thena who wanted to look after Olympia coincidentally sees it? And she is not only watching her mare 👀
"Olympia?" Thena looked around, not spotting her mare in the fields. She walked down the steps of the clubhouse, the apples she swiped from the brunch table in hand. "Olympia!"
Where was that devilish horse?
Thena walked towards the stables, where at the very least there would be someone who would know where Olympia was.
She and Gilgamesh had come to know each other better. She had to admit that she judged him perhaps too quickly. He was a very experienced and diligent caretaker, and he really did know the horses very well. Olympia especially seemed to get the very best food mix, the best attention, the best of everything!
The club would insist on nothing less, after all, given she was their top prize winner. But to have a caretaker who actually cared about Olympia because she was Olympia was...refreshing. And he was not so bad to know as a human, either.
"Olympia?"
Thena walked into the stables, the doors open to air the place out on such a temperate day. She leaned against one of the pen doors, rolled open for exactly who she was looking for.
"Gotcha!"
Olympia whinnied in glee, cantering and kicking like a bunny as Gil played peekaboo with her. She was like a puppy with a toy as her handler took turns peeking at her in between shovelling her hay.
"Hm," Gil pursed his lips, setting aside the shovel as he moved onto the bales. He looked over the wrong shoulder, "it feels like someone is here...but I don't see anyone."
Olympia shuffled her hooves, moving behind him further as he slowly turned around the wrong way to see her.
"Hello!" he called out, chuckling at the sound of the horse behind him. "Oh!"
Thena leaned off the barn door, officially caught in the act. "Oh, h-hi."
"Thena," he smiled as she walked over to them. He grinned, his hands on his hips, "have you seen Olympia?"
Thena barely bit back a laugh; he had his charms, she had to concede. "I...was just looking for her."
"Me too," he put on a look of confusion, ruffling his hair. His shirt had come a little undone in his work. "I was going to get her a snack, but-"
Thena hid her laughter behind her hand as Olympia nudged his hand with her snout and then got her slobbery lips all over them. "Olympia!"
But Gil had no admonishment for the snackish mare, "there you are!"
Olympia cantered on the spot in humour.
Thena went to her mare's side, smoothing her hand down her neck, "he spoils you."
Olympia looked at her as if to tell her not to spoil the fun.
"I spoil her?" Gil smiled, taking one of the apples Thena had brought with her in hand. "And what are these?"
"They were-" Thena gave Olympia a pointed look, "for a very hard working horse when she took a break. But I don't see any hard work being done."
Olympia nudged Gil, urging him to convince her rider to surrender the juicy snack.
"Hey," he chuckled, looking down at the apple in his hands, "I work very hard."
"That you do," Thena murmured. Gil dug his thumb into the top of the apple's core and then split the damned thing right in half. Maybe he was used to it, but it was still quite a feat to witness, nonetheless. He fed one to OIympia and took a bite of the other half for himself.
"At least I have some company," Gil smiled at Olympia, patting her nose as she crunched her surprise snack. He looked back to Thena, "what are you up to now?"
"Well," she blinked; his shirt seemed to come more and more undone the longer she spoke with him. "Practice this morning was thorough. I thought I would look in on Olympia before leaving for the day."
"Aw, we're having a nice time, right girl?" Gil cooed to the horse who was so smitten with him. Her tail swished behind her. "After hay time I was going to give her a nice brushing, maybe a hose down if it's necessary."
Olympia stomped her hoof.
"Stop it," Thena chided, pointing in her horse's long face, "you behave for Gilgamesh. He quite literally does everything he does for you."
Olympia turned faintly, shamed by Thena's scolded.
"Hey, it's okay," Gil said more gently as Olympia sought to hide behind him. "The others don't like baths either."
Thena gave him a look, "this is what I mean by you spoiling her. She had declared you her ally against me."
"I'm not taking anyone's side," Gil laughed, holding up his hands in good will. "I'm here to bale the hay and brush the horses."
Thena looked at the massive pile of hay beside them, both the loose stuff and the pre-rolled and blocked bales. "This is an awful lot for just you, Gil."
He shrugged, though, like staring down a mountain of hay up to the ceiling was nothing. "It's a full afternoon, that's for sure."
"Surely they can't expect you to do it all alone," Thena frowned as he did indeed start drifting back to the hay. She put her hand on Olympia's nose.
"I'm used to it."
Thena could argue that it didn't make it right, but he hefted up a bale and started moving them into each of the pens for the horses. She knew they could weigh around 50 pounds for the smaller blocks. Hay was light, but densely packed, anything could reach a weight that was still a pain to lift and move. "I can help."
"Thena, really," he gave her a look as he walked back for another one. "I only need two in each stall, it won't take long. The rest I'll load onto the forklift to be moved later."
"There must be something I can do," she frowned, not willing to just let it go as he picked up another one.
He set it down at his feet, his back stretching as he did. Why was his shirt so thin?! Thena blinked as he stood up, pulling her eyes away from the spectacle of it all.
"Really, Thena, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," he said gently. "Not to mention the club would probably kill me in the back woods if I let their prized champion help me shovel the slop."
Thena rolled her eyes; what was this, the 18th century? "I am more than capable of basic horse care. I did manage it long before you came along."
"Hey, I'm not doubting that," he chuckled, looking at Olympia, who was watching their debate with bulbous eyes. "She's the best shape I've seen in a horse here."
Thena held her head high, her pride showing through.
"Okay," he shrugged, putting his hands on his hips again. Was he allowed to work in such a flimsy shirt? Wasn't he supposed to wear protective gear or something? "Hose her down for me, then."
Thena looked over her shoulder at Olympia, who looked away.
"You said you wanted to help," he chuckled, walking past her for more hay again. "She needs a brush and a little shampooing. Then, if you're really keen on helping, you can help me shovel the loose stuff."
The lighter stuff, he meant. Thena put her hands on her hips as well, "fine."
He nodded at her, seeming quite amused by her firmness, "deal."
He moved to retrieve another bale, hoisting this one all the way up onto his shoulder. His back muscles were plain to see regardless of the shirt over them.
Thena sputtered as Olympia flicked her tail right in her face. "Olympia!"
Olympia rolled her eyes and shook her mane out. If she was not going to have her fun, then neither was her rider.
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I don't have the Expac but I glean much of what I know of it from mutuals + other external factors.
But I'm lowkey drowning in feels thinking about this new arc being a new beginning, with Viil slowly working his way out of active duty as Dragon Champion and returning to a more passive life as he perhaps takes the time to genuinely live his life as his own person. In a broader sense, him taking Fu Kua under his wing for this new "era".... It's a nice mirror to years ago when the Founding Commander, Nohsi, first took Viil under his wing.
[More SotO specific blurbs under the cut. It is very spotty tho bc I don't know the actual story solidly. It is also very rambly and possibly difficult to read.]
Speaking of Viil, the one post mentioning the cultish vibes messed me up a bit thinking of Viil
Like. It wasn't his first rodeo because he had to deal with The Shining Blade... and hell, the biggest harm done to him was by the Sons of Svanir! And I mean...sure, he was more actively harmed by the Svanir instead of conscripted into their fold but it...you know, It's a traumatic experience nonetheless.
And I think him seeing and just...realizing what happened to Zojja all that time that she was absent? It activates... something in him. I honest to god forget what it's called but... Viil always had that Savior complex ever since he himself was saved from death years ago... and I think it would've been ringing alarms in his head when faced with Zojja's situation.
I think, I have less then coherent thoughts but rather, imagery in my mind. I could just imagine the now weary Viilhelm, no longer his over-the-top self, having a moment of pause as he gets lost in his thoughts....his violet eyes are more blue than red, and perhaps he's being uncharacteristically transparent with his discomfort and anxiety as he realized all of that
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Guess who has two thumbs and got kicked out of her barn? 👍👍
So two weeks ago I ran into this woman at the barn as she was taking her horses out of the arena and I was taking one in to ride. I know her, her barn is right across from a) the barn with the horse I currently ride and b) the barn just next to it, where I worked for seven months. Seven. And I still occasionally work at the barn where I currently ride. Following me?
Well. She completely forgot who I was and that we had met quite a few times, actually, over the past two years. I said hello as I passed her and she gave me that very specific look middle-aged white women give you that’s somewhere between “are you a criminal” and “you don’t even go here”. She said “are you Lena? [daughter of the people whose horse I ride]” I said “uh, nope”, weirded out by the fact I’m so easily forgotten. She then says “we’ll, are you related to [this horse’s owners]?” I again said no, and “I just ride this guy.” Gave the horse a pat, tried to keep walking. At this point she went full school marm and said “are you on file with the stable committee office??” As in… have u signed all the hold harmless paperwork that everyone has to sign in order to do anything with horses at any barn anywhere. Again… I have worked and ridden at this damn barn for two years right across from this woman’s barn.
So I said “yup, I’m on file, I’m totally legal! I’ve done all the paperwork”. She immediately changed tone and laughed and said “oh you know, I just have to check!” And I fake laughed and said “yep! Ok!” And told her to have a nice day. And it sat in my craw for days and I couldn’t shake the feeling she was going to contact the horse’s owner and “report me” or something.
Fast forward to yesterday morning. I get a text from the guy whose horse I ride and he says that this bitch (not how he referred to her, of course) has been made head of the stable committee. And she has decided that no one is allowed to ride a horse they don’t own, regardless of waiver status, unless the owner is present to supervise. in summary I, a non-wealthy young person, am not allowed to ride at the stables unless the horse’s owner agrees to come out and babysit me like I’m a child.
Also, I am definitely not a worse rider than most of the horse owners at this place (not the ones I ride for) who know nothing about horses and never ride, (which is why they hire me and people like me to take care of their horses for them)! But that’s not the point, the point is this woman has cited “insurance liability” as the reason for banning non-owners from barn activity. She has taken over from the previous committee head, who is an actual lawyer, and decided that the paperwork the actual lawyer prepared isn’t good enough to ensure the barn’s interests are protected… even though it has been doing exactly that for at least five years without incident. This is the same woman who used barn funds to put up a slew of cross country jumps all over the bridle path even though there’s only one (!) other eventer in the entire stables, so no one uses them. It’s utter nonsense.
The worst part is that because I’m not an owner I’m not privy to the stable committee meetings, so I don’t actually know that this is a real new policy, or if she simply told this specific horse owner it was for his, and my, benefit. If my name was somehow brought up at this month’s meeting, my former “friend” who hates my guts now would absolutely have started throwing shade and making up crazy shit. By now most people at the barn know she’s crazy, but too few know me well enough to have a dispute. So I can’t even say for certain, because horse people Are Like That, that this is even a riel now and not just something they brought up for me specifically, without having a better reason to boot me out. Less drama this way, you see. Knowing this woman loves control (turning the entire bridle path into her own personal playground!), I’d like to believe it’s just a whole rule now, but I don’t know for certain.
Anyway… as soon as I read that text message I was like *stares in Tired Horse Bitch*. I was lucky that these folks allowed me to ride their horse, and I had other people offer too, when the family I worked for retired their horses and I was out of options. And it chaps my entire ass that after all the work I’ve done and all the connections I’ve made, the owners didn’t even get the right to tell me when to stop. They can’t even make that decision now. And it has lit a fire under me to just stop lurking on horse boards and checking out boarding barns and commit to horse shopping, because I cannot deal with being beholden to the whims of random old crones any longer. I need a horse of my own that no one can tell me what to do with. Do I currently have the budget I was hoping I’d have? Nope. Am I going to start looking at horses anyway? Yep.
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