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Log: Open
When: December 16th, late afternoon/evening
Rating: All audiences (so far)
Characters: Jim Craig [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mountainbred] and anyone who wants to join.
Summary: The Man from Snowy River arrives in the City.
Log:
Jim sighed and swung into the saddle. Denny danced on tip-toes beneath him, anxious to head higher into the mountains. The pair had down from the cabin to check on the breeding stock. The small band was doing well, with three foals on the ground and another two due soon. Jim would ride down the next day to check on the progress of the other mares, but he didn't think he had any reason to worry.
"Come on, old man," he murmured to the gelding as they spun around.
An hour later, they were on the final gallop towards home when the world turned itself inside out. Spooked, Denny shied hard to the left, his shoes scraping and slipping across pavement when a moment before they had been cutting into mud and grass. Jim reined him in, careful not to throw the horse off balance on the slick surface. "Easy," he murmured, setting a hand on Denny's sweat-dampened shoulder as he looked around.
The mountains were gone. Buildings much higher than anything Jim had ever seen crowded the streets. Denny pinned his ears and sidled closer to a sidewalk, ducking his head in an attempt to escape the bit. Jim held him firmly in check. "Stand. That's it Den." The horse settled into stillness, but Jim could feel the tension present in the animal's every muscle.
When several minutes passed without change, Jim decided that either what he was seeing was real, or he'd taken a bad spill and wasn't waking up any time soon. He let Denny step into a mincing walk that bore them down the street, towards what Jim reckoned must be the town square. At the center, they found a carousel and a fountain, and a crush of people the likes of which Jim had never seen before. He couldn't help but stare at some of them as they passed by.
Finally, Jim slid out of the saddle. He kept Denny on a short rein as he stared at the fantastic landscape before him. "What in God's name is this?"
Rating: All audiences (so far)
Characters: Jim Craig [
mountainbred] and anyone who wants to join.Summary: The Man from Snowy River arrives in the City.
Log:
Jim sighed and swung into the saddle. Denny danced on tip-toes beneath him, anxious to head higher into the mountains. The pair had down from the cabin to check on the breeding stock. The small band was doing well, with three foals on the ground and another two due soon. Jim would ride down the next day to check on the progress of the other mares, but he didn't think he had any reason to worry.
"Come on, old man," he murmured to the gelding as they spun around.
An hour later, they were on the final gallop towards home when the world turned itself inside out. Spooked, Denny shied hard to the left, his shoes scraping and slipping across pavement when a moment before they had been cutting into mud and grass. Jim reined him in, careful not to throw the horse off balance on the slick surface. "Easy," he murmured, setting a hand on Denny's sweat-dampened shoulder as he looked around.
The mountains were gone. Buildings much higher than anything Jim had ever seen crowded the streets. Denny pinned his ears and sidled closer to a sidewalk, ducking his head in an attempt to escape the bit. Jim held him firmly in check. "Stand. That's it Den." The horse settled into stillness, but Jim could feel the tension present in the animal's every muscle.
When several minutes passed without change, Jim decided that either what he was seeing was real, or he'd taken a bad spill and wasn't waking up any time soon. He let Denny step into a mincing walk that bore them down the street, towards what Jim reckoned must be the town square. At the center, they found a carousel and a fountain, and a crush of people the likes of which Jim had never seen before. He couldn't help but stare at some of them as they passed by.
Finally, Jim slid out of the saddle. He kept Denny on a short rein as he stared at the fantastic landscape before him. "What in God's name is this?"