They'd built a blanket fort, tacking the scratchiest blankets up as the walls, and bedded down in a tangle of the fuzziest--Sascha's doing, almost certainly, Hazel had yet to display massive attractions to certain sorts of textures.
He crouched down at the end closest to where he could hear breathing, and whistled long and low, the beginning of a tune he'd forgotten the words to a long time ago.
"Daaaaaad," Sacha complained from somewhere inside, but Hazel emerged from under an edge, grinning, and came to hug him around the neck and kiss his cheekbone in greeting.
"Oof, baby girl, you're getting big," he said, grinning back as he stood up, propped her on his hip. "They started you on horses yet?"
She shook her head, stuck out one of her legs. "Still too small. Isael can't get the stirrups up high enough, and he says tying me there isn't okay."
He let out a startled half-bark of laughter. "He's right, tying you to the saddle isn't the right way to teach you to ride. I'll see what I can do, baby girl."
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'fuzzy scratchy blankets' - Wild Roses, Hazel, Sascha, Fintain
Date: 2009-01-19 09:57 pm (UTC)From:He crouched down at the end closest to where he could hear breathing, and whistled long and low, the beginning of a tune he'd forgotten the words to a long time ago.
"Daaaaaad," Sacha complained from somewhere inside, but Hazel emerged from under an edge, grinning, and came to hug him around the neck and kiss his cheekbone in greeting.
"Oof, baby girl, you're getting big," he said, grinning back as he stood up, propped her on his hip. "They started you on horses yet?"
She shook her head, stuck out one of her legs. "Still too small. Isael can't get the stirrups up high enough, and he says tying me there isn't okay."
He let out a startled half-bark of laughter. "He's right, tying you to the saddle isn't the right way to teach you to ride. I'll see what I can do, baby girl."
She beamed. "Okay."