Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 7:06:06 GMT -6
"If he is wild, I am sure he would have kicked me minutes ago.” Was Indonesia’s almost snappish reply to his words of caution “Clearly he's a good horse, for he is letting a total stranger to touch his mane."
“I...” Australia was lost for words. He had never ever heard Indonesia sound so defensive. It was more shock than anything else that stopped him from replying with something equally abrupt.
He continued to watch as Indonesia fussed over the snow white equine, stroking its mane and even going so far as to hug it around the neck. The horse in question seemed to be taking the attention in his stride; he even seemed to be encouraging it. If Indonesia’s attention showed any sign of fluctuating a simple nudge was all that was needed to bring her back. Australia looked at Matilda to see what she made of this almost hypnotic ability, but she didn’t seem to know what to think either and continued to stare at the scene unfolding before them.
His attention was brought forward again when Indonesia started jumping up and down beside the horse’s flank, clearly trying to gain the height to make it onto his back. She did this a few times but without success. Australia was strongly reminded of just a few moments ago when she had been jumping up and down trying to reach the sheets; fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) her spear wouldn’t help with this dilemma.
Eventually Indonesia seemed to give up on the “Jumping onto the horse’s back” idea, at which point Australia breathed a sigh of relief. That horse made him nervous, and Indonesia around that horse made him doubly so.
"Aussie, help me climb to his back. I want and need to ride him, so please?"
What...
“Nesia I...” He stuttered. Indonesia, his neighbor, his friend, in all the years that he had known her she had never sounded like this. Normally when she made a request it was polite, respectful, she had never... demanded anything in this way before.
Australia glanced back at the horse, he was no brainbox but even he could put two and two together to realize that this horse had something to with this whole business. If he said yes to Indonesia’s request he was positive that the trouble would escalate, if he said no then it would escalate exponentially. Indonesia may be one of the sweetest nations on this planet, but she still had a temper.
Australia looked at the horse, then he looked at Indonesia, then he made his decision. “Alright Nesia, I’ll help, just give me two minutes.” He had an idea.
Taking yet another sheet from the shelf he approached the horse slowly, making sure not do anything that might spook or startle it in anyway. Very carefully he draped the sheet over the horse’s head and stepped back. He had an idea that if the horse couldn’t see, then it was less likely to do anything when Indonesia was on its back. Horse trainers used to do this all the time with horses that that were easily frightened, it was done for their own safety as well as the horses’ sanity. He had no idea if the trick would work with a horse like this. He prayed that it would.
When he was sure that the horse was okay with the sheet (or at least pretending it was) he approached Indonesia once more. Her eyes told him that she had yet to change her mind; she still wanted him to help her onto the horse. With a sigh he placed his hands on her waist. “Are you sure you want to do this Nesia?”
'Please be careful.' He begged her silently.
Not even waiting for her reply (he was afraid of what it might be) he hoisted her up and onto the horse’s back, easy as pie, almost too easy.
It was only when he stepped back and looked at the horse once more that Australia realised the terrible mistake that he’d made.
“I...” Australia was lost for words. He had never ever heard Indonesia sound so defensive. It was more shock than anything else that stopped him from replying with something equally abrupt.
He continued to watch as Indonesia fussed over the snow white equine, stroking its mane and even going so far as to hug it around the neck. The horse in question seemed to be taking the attention in his stride; he even seemed to be encouraging it. If Indonesia’s attention showed any sign of fluctuating a simple nudge was all that was needed to bring her back. Australia looked at Matilda to see what she made of this almost hypnotic ability, but she didn’t seem to know what to think either and continued to stare at the scene unfolding before them.
His attention was brought forward again when Indonesia started jumping up and down beside the horse’s flank, clearly trying to gain the height to make it onto his back. She did this a few times but without success. Australia was strongly reminded of just a few moments ago when she had been jumping up and down trying to reach the sheets; fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) her spear wouldn’t help with this dilemma.
Eventually Indonesia seemed to give up on the “Jumping onto the horse’s back” idea, at which point Australia breathed a sigh of relief. That horse made him nervous, and Indonesia around that horse made him doubly so.
"Aussie, help me climb to his back. I want and need to ride him, so please?"
What...
“Nesia I...” He stuttered. Indonesia, his neighbor, his friend, in all the years that he had known her she had never sounded like this. Normally when she made a request it was polite, respectful, she had never... demanded anything in this way before.
Australia glanced back at the horse, he was no brainbox but even he could put two and two together to realize that this horse had something to with this whole business. If he said yes to Indonesia’s request he was positive that the trouble would escalate, if he said no then it would escalate exponentially. Indonesia may be one of the sweetest nations on this planet, but she still had a temper.
Australia looked at the horse, then he looked at Indonesia, then he made his decision. “Alright Nesia, I’ll help, just give me two minutes.” He had an idea.
Taking yet another sheet from the shelf he approached the horse slowly, making sure not do anything that might spook or startle it in anyway. Very carefully he draped the sheet over the horse’s head and stepped back. He had an idea that if the horse couldn’t see, then it was less likely to do anything when Indonesia was on its back. Horse trainers used to do this all the time with horses that that were easily frightened, it was done for their own safety as well as the horses’ sanity. He had no idea if the trick would work with a horse like this. He prayed that it would.
When he was sure that the horse was okay with the sheet (or at least pretending it was) he approached Indonesia once more. Her eyes told him that she had yet to change her mind; she still wanted him to help her onto the horse. With a sigh he placed his hands on her waist. “Are you sure you want to do this Nesia?”
'Please be careful.' He begged her silently.
Not even waiting for her reply (he was afraid of what it might be) he hoisted her up and onto the horse’s back, easy as pie, almost too easy.
It was only when he stepped back and looked at the horse once more that Australia realised the terrible mistake that he’d made.