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... Ah, loved drawing these two Georgian Grandes!! <3 Nova and Misty having some fun in the fields of Glenwood Park Stables.
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Mia waited for the ancient machine to boot itself up, tapping her fingers lightly on the desk in front of her, holding her breath with anticipation, even though she didn't consciously decide to. It had been several weeks, nearly two months, since she had first contacted Agent Q Stables in America, and so far she hadn't received an email or a letter, or any sign of life from the stable. Each day, she knew, the probability of a response got less and less, but she wasn't going to give up, or stop hoping. She had long since finished clearing out the emails, but she made sure to switch on the machine that was probably almost as old as her anyway, her excuse being that she was 'organising the files'. That wasn't entirely an untruth, she had spent several hours moving files around and sorting out a logical method of filing all the junk into folders. She had backed up the machine to an external hard drive several times, each backup taking up a little less space than the last. In fact, they'd gone from almost 1 Terabyte of data to just a few Gigabytes. It might not seem much, but that was an achievement in itself. There had been a never-ending stream of outdated emails and past showing passports and dates for injections of horses that had passed away long before she was even born and horse surveys and old documents about tack and plans for the extension that was put in years ago and had just been left on the computer, and hundreds of files of other clutter and unnecessary junk. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the old machine loaded up. She could hear the parts whirring in the computer, but focused her attention instead on the tiny pixels of colour that made up the monitor. Within a few clicks she had logged in to the admin profile and was waiting once more for it to load. So much waiting! Eventually Mia was able to open up the emails and see what had come in over night. There were several ads about horses for sale that she immediately deleted, a few more about horses to lease, which had the same fate, and a couple of horse updates from other stables. The ones from the stables' affiliates went into their own folders to be reviewed later, the rest to the trash. It wasn't until she reached the end of the list that she realised that she had received another email while she had been sorting. It was from Ramiro. Intrigued, she clicked on it and read the message inside.
Her eyes scanned down the page and she smiled slightly - he'd not got the hang of the whole kisses thing, however many times she pointed it out he still forgot, but inside she didn't really mind. In fact, she found it quite cute that he always forgot, it made him seem more down-to-earth because otherwise, she couldn't fault him. Opening up a new email, she started to reply, then realised that it would probably be quicker to walk over to his office; it was just down the corridor. Then she began to wonder about the postscript he had included, and wondered what he had been going on about, but in the end she gave up, she really didn't have a clue about what he was trying to say. Perhaps it had been lost in translation, but she doubted it as Ramiro barely needed to think in Spanish anymore, his English was much more natural than it had been when Mia first arrived. She'd got her job there only a couple of months after his own arrival at the stables, to fill the place of Lachlan's sister who had returned to Australia and a temporary groom that they had hired to do odd jobs for them occasionally. When she reached his door, she knocked and opened it at the same time; he'd know when she was arriving anyway thanks to Gallop's protection dog training. As usual, his Rifle bitch was led on the blanket on the floor, her head raised slightly higher than the rest of her body, clearly advertising the fact that she knew Mia was there. Mia smiled and scratched her between the ears, and Gallop went back to resting, her muzzle covered by her paws. "Hello Ramiro," she smiled at him as she sat herself down at his desk, "What did you want me to come and see you for?" As she was saying these words though, she realised what he'd meant in the postscript. Of course he knew, she'd used the universal admin email, so anything she received, he would also receive, and her brother, and the boss. She swallowed awkwardly, she probably was here to be scolded about irresponsible use of the computer. But when she looked up at Ramiro, his face was stern and scolding, however she could tell he was not too serious as his eyes sparkled underneath it all. He sighed disapprovingly, but the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a smile. To add to the façade, he shook his head and folded his arms across his chest before he spoke. "What are we going to do with you, Mia? We leave you to do a simple task and a week later an email appears from a certain stable just out of the blue? I don't think so."
"You've had it for six weeks? Six weeks, you've hidden it from me?" She gasped in surprise and shock.
"Should I read it to you? I think you'll be more shocked then..."
When Ramiro had finished reading she was almost in tears. Quintessa Haverick, the woman who had taken Nova and Misty to the top, had just approved their breeding request personally! She was on cloud nine, but that wasn't the end of it, there was more to come; much much more. Ramiro put the letter down and rested his elbows on the desk. He raised his eyebrows quizzically tilting his head slightly to one side, building the tension. "As much as I admire your resolve Mia, this is not the sort of thing that you should be doing." Mia closed her eyes and sighed. She knew that he was truly disappointed in her for this, and rightly so, Lachlan had probably given him hell over it. "We gave you the responsibility of the email account, yet you abused your power, much like Curley in the capitalist individualist society that Steinbeck created." That drew the ghost of a smile from Mia, although she kept her eyes closed as if that would make what he was saying any less painful. She had given him her copy of Steinbeck's novel Of Mice And Men to read, and since then he'd been lifting quotations from it almost endlessly to use in everyday life. "And, like Lennie, you failed to see the consequences of your actions for not just yourself, but for the stable as a business. There you were, requesting a breeding between a top pairing that may well have put us thousands of pounds out of pocket, and may still do so. Because of your one selfish action we now have AQS over in America believing that as a unit we have an interest in their finest Georgian Grandes and have the funds to back it up." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. You could see all the stresses of the recent weeks on his face, written in a scrawling hand all over his forehead. Where there once was smooth skin, now his forehead was forming 'worry lines' and his attitude was much more negative. Everything seemed much more of an effort for him, and she realised that it was her fault. Just that one email had cause that all. "But you're lucky, because I'm good at persuasion." She looked up, opening her eyes with surprise.
"What?" She whispered, unsure whether to believe her ears or not.
"You heard me right. After much deliberation and after totting everything up, we think that we can afford it. Just."
"Reall-"
"But don't get too excited. You've got to persuade Lachlan to dig out his vet qualifications and ensure that he feels confident enough to deliver a foal if he has to. That's the only way we can keep a vet on site at all times, as much as ol' Joe is loyal to us, he can't sacrifice all of his time to monitor the situation, he's got other clients too." He paused, going through everything in his head. "And once you've done that, I think you should be fine." She nodded and stood up to leave, but he stopped her turning away with a hand on her shoulder. "Just so you know, we'll be in this together but Lachlan made it clear that the foal would be yours to break and train and drive and show - your responsibility, not mine. I've got the rest of the stable to look after, you've just got that warmblood young 'un and you'll soon have this foal too." He nodded to the door, signalling that she could leave now. Her heart was skipping in her chest - she really was going to get her own Georgian Grande foal! And not just any foal either - a foal with Olympic silver-medalists for parents.
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Tagging AgentQStables because Misty and Nova are her HoF HIEF 4
Georgians :3
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Mia waited for the ancient machine to boot itself up, tapping her fingers lightly on the desk in front of her, holding her breath with anticipation, even though she didn't consciously decide to. It had been several weeks, nearly two months, since she had first contacted Agent Q Stables in America, and so far she hadn't received an email or a letter, or any sign of life from the stable. Each day, she knew, the probability of a response got less and less, but she wasn't going to give up, or stop hoping. She had long since finished clearing out the emails, but she made sure to switch on the machine that was probably almost as old as her anyway, her excuse being that she was 'organising the files'. That wasn't entirely an untruth, she had spent several hours moving files around and sorting out a logical method of filing all the junk into folders. She had backed up the machine to an external hard drive several times, each backup taking up a little less space than the last. In fact, they'd gone from almost 1 Terabyte of data to just a few Gigabytes. It might not seem much, but that was an achievement in itself. There had been a never-ending stream of outdated emails and past showing passports and dates for injections of horses that had passed away long before she was even born and horse surveys and old documents about tack and plans for the extension that was put in years ago and had just been left on the computer, and hundreds of files of other clutter and unnecessary junk. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the old machine loaded up. She could hear the parts whirring in the computer, but focused her attention instead on the tiny pixels of colour that made up the monitor. Within a few clicks she had logged in to the admin profile and was waiting once more for it to load. So much waiting! Eventually Mia was able to open up the emails and see what had come in over night. There were several ads about horses for sale that she immediately deleted, a few more about horses to lease, which had the same fate, and a couple of horse updates from other stables. The ones from the stables' affiliates went into their own folders to be reviewed later, the rest to the trash. It wasn't until she reached the end of the list that she realised that she had received another email while she had been sorting. It was from Ramiro. Intrigued, she clicked on it and read the message inside.
Hi Mia,
Could you come and see me for a second please? I'll be in my office.
R
(P.S. remember to ask in future!)
Her eyes scanned down the page and she smiled slightly - he'd not got the hang of the whole kisses thing, however many times she pointed it out he still forgot, but inside she didn't really mind. In fact, she found it quite cute that he always forgot, it made him seem more down-to-earth because otherwise, she couldn't fault him. Opening up a new email, she started to reply, then realised that it would probably be quicker to walk over to his office; it was just down the corridor. Then she began to wonder about the postscript he had included, and wondered what he had been going on about, but in the end she gave up, she really didn't have a clue about what he was trying to say. Perhaps it had been lost in translation, but she doubted it as Ramiro barely needed to think in Spanish anymore, his English was much more natural than it had been when Mia first arrived. She'd got her job there only a couple of months after his own arrival at the stables, to fill the place of Lachlan's sister who had returned to Australia and a temporary groom that they had hired to do odd jobs for them occasionally. When she reached his door, she knocked and opened it at the same time; he'd know when she was arriving anyway thanks to Gallop's protection dog training. As usual, his Rifle bitch was led on the blanket on the floor, her head raised slightly higher than the rest of her body, clearly advertising the fact that she knew Mia was there. Mia smiled and scratched her between the ears, and Gallop went back to resting, her muzzle covered by her paws. "Hello Ramiro," she smiled at him as she sat herself down at his desk, "What did you want me to come and see you for?" As she was saying these words though, she realised what he'd meant in the postscript. Of course he knew, she'd used the universal admin email, so anything she received, he would also receive, and her brother, and the boss. She swallowed awkwardly, she probably was here to be scolded about irresponsible use of the computer. But when she looked up at Ramiro, his face was stern and scolding, however she could tell he was not too serious as his eyes sparkled underneath it all. He sighed disapprovingly, but the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a smile. To add to the façade, he shook his head and folded his arms across his chest before he spoke. "What are we going to do with you, Mia? We leave you to do a simple task and a week later an email appears from a certain stable just out of the blue? I don't think so."
"You've had it for six weeks? Six weeks, you've hidden it from me?" She gasped in surprise and shock.
"Should I read it to you? I think you'll be more shocked then..."
Dear Mia of Glenwood Park Stables,
I am honored that you have considered our old pair Nova and Misty for your breeding program. Georgians as a whole are very adaptive horses and capable of many great disciplines, Nova and Misty were no small example of this. I am especially excited at the idea of your stables' Georgians more exclusively, they are a very under appreciated breed and I do hope your program will bring them more attention.
As to the actual breeding, I will approve it immediately, but under certain conditions. Nova and Misty are old, very old, and so they will need the utmost care before, during, and after breeding and gestation. I recommend keeping a vet with Misty throughout her pregnancy on site. I also suggest the highest quality feed you can possibly afford during the pregnancy to help. As for the foal, I respectfully request that its primary discipline be driving, although I understand you will probably also train it in other disciplines as well seeing how versatile Georgians are as a breed. I have no objections to this, only that driving be the primary.
When you are ready for the costs and terms, feel free to contact either Lana Myers or Clara Berkshire of Agent Q Stables to begin. I will also contact them with my approval and they will forfeit any other plans to make sure this goes forwards.
I wish you the best if luck in this endeavor, and be sure to send me pictures of the foal when it is born!
Sincerely,
Quintessa "Q" Haverick
Previous Owner of Agent Q Stables and primary rider of Outlaw Supernova and Miz D Spitfire
When Ramiro had finished reading she was almost in tears. Quintessa Haverick, the woman who had taken Nova and Misty to the top, had just approved their breeding request personally! She was on cloud nine, but that wasn't the end of it, there was more to come; much much more. Ramiro put the letter down and rested his elbows on the desk. He raised his eyebrows quizzically tilting his head slightly to one side, building the tension. "As much as I admire your resolve Mia, this is not the sort of thing that you should be doing." Mia closed her eyes and sighed. She knew that he was truly disappointed in her for this, and rightly so, Lachlan had probably given him hell over it. "We gave you the responsibility of the email account, yet you abused your power, much like Curley in the capitalist individualist society that Steinbeck created." That drew the ghost of a smile from Mia, although she kept her eyes closed as if that would make what he was saying any less painful. She had given him her copy of Steinbeck's novel Of Mice And Men to read, and since then he'd been lifting quotations from it almost endlessly to use in everyday life. "And, like Lennie, you failed to see the consequences of your actions for not just yourself, but for the stable as a business. There you were, requesting a breeding between a top pairing that may well have put us thousands of pounds out of pocket, and may still do so. Because of your one selfish action we now have AQS over in America believing that as a unit we have an interest in their finest Georgian Grandes and have the funds to back it up." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. You could see all the stresses of the recent weeks on his face, written in a scrawling hand all over his forehead. Where there once was smooth skin, now his forehead was forming 'worry lines' and his attitude was much more negative. Everything seemed much more of an effort for him, and she realised that it was her fault. Just that one email had cause that all. "But you're lucky, because I'm good at persuasion." She looked up, opening her eyes with surprise.
"What?" She whispered, unsure whether to believe her ears or not.
"You heard me right. After much deliberation and after totting everything up, we think that we can afford it. Just."
"Reall-"
"But don't get too excited. You've got to persuade Lachlan to dig out his vet qualifications and ensure that he feels confident enough to deliver a foal if he has to. That's the only way we can keep a vet on site at all times, as much as ol' Joe is loyal to us, he can't sacrifice all of his time to monitor the situation, he's got other clients too." He paused, going through everything in his head. "And once you've done that, I think you should be fine." She nodded and stood up to leave, but he stopped her turning away with a hand on her shoulder. "Just so you know, we'll be in this together but Lachlan made it clear that the foal would be yours to break and train and drive and show - your responsibility, not mine. I've got the rest of the stable to look after, you've just got that warmblood young 'un and you'll soon have this foal too." He nodded to the door, signalling that she could leave now. Her heart was skipping in her chest - she really was going to get her own Georgian Grande foal! And not just any foal either - a foal with Olympic silver-medalists for parents.
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Tagging AgentQStables because Misty and Nova are her HoF HIEF 4
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Here it is, the final chapter: agentqstables.deviantart.com/a…
I think I might have the foals mixed up though, so please let me know and I will fix it. Once I have their official show names, I will put that in too ^_^
Now I'm going to go crawl into a corner and die from sadness from this
It was hard, but I knew it had to be done.
I think I might have the foals mixed up though, so please let me know and I will fix it. Once I have their official show names, I will put that in too ^_^
Now I'm going to go crawl into a corner and die from sadness from this
It was hard, but I knew it had to be done.