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The Winter Blues 2021

Featuring Alistair Reznov & AVR Saint Alexandra the Passion Bearer

FRIDAY, 6:01 AM :: The QS Race Track at Locaiton #24

By his brother's account, Alistair had awoke as always to an invisible rooster that marked the sunrise. In reality he was never really sleeping and just looked at his phone's weather app before scrawling out of bed to face the unfortunate hour. The halter events had him socially exhausted, afraid to enter any contact with others lest he snap at them. To his aid, Aiden accompanied him to the stables eagerly so as to see his new 'buddy' Rasputin. They chittered in native tongue along the way to there about Aiden's long term plan to befriend Tin-Tin, and Alistair was more than skeptical about his commitment to handling a difficult horse. Unfortunately Aiden was known for his inclination to give up after bumps in the road of new projects. Constantly talking about 'I'm just going to quit from all this and go away!' although he knew he was not willed enough to leave and just frustrated he didn't have all the luck in the world to figure it out on the first try.

Even with the doubt he had tumbling like dried clothes in the dryer at the back of his mind he gave Aiden full control to lead the Dunskin troublemaker out to the track for a walk. For all the times the stupid green-topped muscle-ite made fun of his 'new horse girl phase' he was more than happy to let his brother encounter a pissed off Obertaurer. Alix was pleased to see her courtly handler as he waltzed up respectfully, communicating his intentions to go for a run and inquiring if the ever beautiful Russian Queen would like to stretch her legs? Of course the mare nodded and the hold to her door was released.

As they approached the entry way to the track, a quick disrobing of Ali's jacket gave Alix a small spook. He muttered a small apology, as well as another immediately following after when he realized his poor Queen would be forced to see bare dude chest on her fine morning. "I hate the way shirts and hoodies make me feel while I'm running! Feel trapped like a rat." Alix turned her gaze away immediately, pretending she had simply not seen a thing and would not the next time she looked at him. With a nod of thanks, Ali began his routine meanwhile the mare gave him a few seconds to get the rhythm of the walk going and soon enough she joined him. The transition into speed was peaceful around the bend, nothing out of the ordinary and the sound of her light canter was becoming very soothing. But there was a quickening to it and eventually the Queen rushed past him. He was confused. Confuzzled. Flabbergasted even. When they very next caught eyes there was a gleam of youth within hers', whereas if Alistair had the savviness of his brother Avian he would call it a 'Flex' on his feeble little man legs.

Too slow ; )

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Description

The Winter Blues 2021

Featuring Alistair Reznov & AVR Saint Alexandra the Passion Bearer

FRIDAY, 6:01 AM :: The QS Race Track at Locaiton #24

By his brother's account, Alistair had awoke as always to an invisible rooster that marked the sunrise. In reality he was never really sleeping and just looked at his phone's weather app before scrawling out of bed to face the unfortunate hour. The halter events had him socially exhausted, afraid to enter any contact with others lest he snap at them. To his aid, Aiden accompanied him to the stables eagerly so as to see his new 'buddy' Rasputin. They chittered in native tongue along the way to there about Aiden's long term plan to befriend Tin-Tin, and Alistair was more than skeptical about his commitment to handling a difficult horse. Unfortunately Aiden was known for his inclination to give up after bumps in the road of new projects. Constantly talking about 'I'm just going to quit from all this and go away!' although he knew he was not willed enough to leave and just frustrated he didn't have all the luck in the world to figure it out on the first try.

Even with the doubt he had tumbling like dried clothes in the dryer at the back of his mind he gave Aiden full control to lead the Dunskin troublemaker out to the track for a walk. For all the times the stupid green-topped muscle-ite made fun of his 'new horse girl phase' he was more than happy to let his brother encounter a pissed off Obertaurer. Alix was pleased to see her courtly handler as he waltzed up respectfully, communicating his intentions to go for a run and inquiring if the ever beautiful Russian Queen would like to stretch her legs? Of course the mare nodded and the hold to her door was released.

As they approached the entry way to the track, a quick disrobing of Ali's jacket gave Alix a small spook. He muttered a small apology, as well as another immediately following after when he realized his poor Queen would be forced to see bare dude chest on her fine morning. "I hate the way shirts and hoodies make me feel while I'm running! Feel trapped like a rat." Alix turned her gaze away immediately, pretending she had simply not seen a thing and would not the next time she looked at him. With a nod of thanks, Ali began his routine meanwhile the mare gave him a few seconds to get the rhythm of the walk going and soon enough she joined him. The transition into speed was peaceful around the bend, nothing out of the ordinary and the sound of her light canter was becoming very soothing. But there was a quickening to it and eventually the Queen rushed past him. He was confused. Confuzzled. Flabbergasted even. When they very next caught eyes there was a gleam of youth within hers', whereas if Alistair had the savviness of his brother Avian he would call it a 'Flex' on his feeble little man legs.

Too slow ; )

NO REFS USED.