Nolan
We’ll have to be explorers
Fri Sep 22, 2017 09:58
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“Nah, we just use boundary spells. They go up about five miles above the ranch. So the horses can fly around all they want in the borders but the air gets, like, thicker if they try to leave without a rider.” Nolan was pretty sure the horses could see the boundary spell as if it were a physical fence, but Nolan usually couldn’t see it. Sometimes the outline was visible when it had just rained in the summer, but it was still nearly invisible. “They usually don’t, though; they’ve got a good amount of space, and they know we feed them, so there’s not a whole lot of incentive to leave.”

“My horse is named Quint—well, his show name is Quintaped, but I just call him Quint. He’s a nine-year-old gelding, golden coat, black points. He was born on the ranch; we own his dam but the sire is from a farm in Kansas.” Nolan had stayed up all night when Quint was born and helped catch him in towels because Lady Cookie had decided to foal standing up.

“It’s not really like having a pet.” His cousin Arc had a cat that was just a pet; she didn’t even mouse or anything. She was really cute, especially when Arc shot sparks out of his wand and she tried to chase and catch them. But you knew she was still a cat. Quint had a personality. He was a fast learner, so if Nolan tried to make him do the same thing over and over he’d get bored and make up his own games, including classics like Beat My Wings Really Hard But Don’t Take Off and The Paddock Is Big And You Can’t Catch Me, Nolan. But he was also social and came galloping over to greet anyone who walked into the paddock. “He’s my teammate. We do show jumping and riding and flying events.”

There was some work on the ground, but with winged horses there was also an aerial aspect to the riding events, flying through hoops and doing barrel rolls and stuff. Nolan and Quint usually did well. Last year, they’d taken Grand Champion at the Young Bellerophon competition in Tulsa. The whole family did competitions throughout the year; Mom did dressage and barrel-racing and Dad did some of the rougher rodeo events. Now that he was the heir he would probably have to give up bronc riding. It’d be pretty bad for the Ramseys now if Sylvanus broke his neck getting thrown off a horse. Nolan had always wanted to try the rodeo but none of the judges so far had ever been cool with a one-legged kid trying to hold onto a bucking horse.

From Myffi’s description, Pearl Street definitely sounded more than worth visiting. He wasn’t used to living within walking distance of anything approaching civilization. The fact that RMI was underneath a cool city and they could actually visit it immediately bumped up his estimation of the school. “Sure, sounds fun,” he said. He wasn’t sure Myffi’s idea of great places to visit was the same as his idea, but having a tour guide for the first time probably couldn’t hurt.

  • The undiscovered parts might be better - Myffi, Wed Sep 20 14:22
    “That’s a lot of horses,” Myffi understated. She couldn’t even imagine how big this ranch was, but forty horses was a lot of horses, especially for ones with wings, because, well, they were bigger.... more
    • We’ll have to be explorers - Nolan, Fri Sep 22 09:58
      • I'm in - Myffi, Sun Sep 24 11:41
        Myffi was relieved to discovered that winged horses didn't need their wings clipped to stay in a ranch. She'd never considered boundary charms, but then she'd never had a reason to. You had to be... more
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