Equestrian Purchases and First Meetings [Dakota]

[Aislinn McGarrett]

A horse. That's what she needed. As Aislinn walked through the township that was the Aurora, she'd been admiring the lovely land they lived on, the beauty surrounding them all, and the thought suddenly hit her. She needed a horse. She wasnt entirely certain why, persay. Although, she'd always loved the animals, as beautiful and magestic as they were, she'd never had the chance to actually purchase one. Maybe that was why her feet lead her to the home of Dakota Fisher.

Although she'd never actually met Dakota, she'd heard about him from other people in the town, and from a few of her friends on the royal guard. He was excellent at raising and training horses, and his was the only stable in town. Stepping up to the door to his house, she couldnt help but wonder what he was like. She was sure she'd probably seen him around town before - after all, the Aurora wasnt that huge - but it would be nice to finally be able to put a face to the name. Lifting her hand, she knocked on the door briefly before taking a step back to await an answer - if anyone happened to be home.

Thinking back to her own home brought a smile to her face. She could just imagine what her son, Kieran, was up to right now. He was probably with her parents, baking or reading, running around with her father. Kieran was a lot like her. Stubborn, shy, a little nosey. And he happened to be the light of her life. He was the most important person in her life, and she was the most important in his. Forget the fact that his father wasnt around. They had all they needed right here and now. As she stood there, staring absentmindedly at the door - off in her own little world - she couldnt help but wonder, vaguely, what it would be like if Kieran had someone to look up to as a father aside from her own father... But it didnt really matter.

[Dakota Fisher]

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[Aislinn McGarrett]

It was Autumn and Ash had dressed for the weather. She'd worn a pair of dark jeans, a green tank top that buttoned up at the very top - all the buttons undone - a scarf, her black suade flat boots and her fall jacket. The silver Triquetra pendent around her neck shown only by the opening of her jacket and the shirt beneath. She was a practical dresser, if ever anyone had met one. The fact that she was out on a chilly day walking around aimlessly to find some house she'd never been to before to buy a horse from a man she'd never met or seen before might have been considered reckless. After all, even within the village, there was always the chance of something happening, some sort of danger, if you asked anyone else. But she wasnt worried.

Standing there waiting for someone to answer the door, a lot of things had gone through her mind. Kieran was at the top of that list, as always. Never the only thing, but always right at the front of her brain. He was - and always would be - the most important person in her life. She'd been determined to raise him instead of giving him up for adoption when she had the chance. She didnt have the heart to put her own child up for adoption, like so many others did. Ash had made a promise to herself when he was born that she'd do anything and everything in her power to protect her son, and she'd kept that promise through the years.

When she realized that the fact that no one was home was a distinct possibility, she took a step away from the door and was about to turn around to leave when she heard it crack open. Turning slightly, she looked over to her shoulder to see someone she really didnt expect. Granted, she'd never met Dakota Fisher before, but somehow she imagined him as an older man, married, grey hair.. She surely didnt expect the attractive man before her. He wore workout clothes, shorts, wife beater, sneakers. His hair was dark, cropped short and it looked almost like he'd just gotten out of bed, which made him even more attractive. Not to mention the tattoos that covered both his arms. Blinking, she opened her mouth to say something, and... nothing came out.

Dont drool.. Do not drool.. She thought to herself before clearing her throat and turning to face him fully, "Uhhh, hi." she said. Lame reply, really, but what could you do when your eyes kept moving back to the muscular, tattoo clad arms of the man leaning in the doorway in front of her. Focusing on his eyes after a moment, she slid her hands into the pockets of her jacket, "Sorry, I didnt mean to.. uhmmm, interupt you. I just came to see about purchasing a horse." And possibly jumping into bed with you... Nope, nope, cant do that...

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[Dakota Fisher]

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[Aislinn McGarrett]

Ash knew she probably looked like a moron standing there, drooling over this guy. But damn he was attractive. She couldnt get over how nice a voice he had, and how nice a body as well. The fact that he was flexing his muscles when he noticed her looking at his arms only pointed out that he knew she was drooling. That wasnt embarrassing at all. With a blink of her eyes, she couldnt help but notice the fact that her face was heating up, her cheeks clearly turning a lovely shade of red as she looked at him.

Snapping out of her own daze when he spoke, she cleared her throat again. Feeding time?... Oh, right... Horses. Stepping inside when he opened the door, pretty much inviting her in with just that movement, she nodded, looking around, "Thank you." she said, watching as he jogged up the stairs. Chuckling, she headed into the kitchen and poured herself a mug of tea. She could smell peppermint and lemongrass in it, and it was heavenly. Lifting the mug to her nose, she took a deep breath, savoring the scents that wafted from the contents of her mug.

It wasnt long before Dakota came downstairs wearing a pair of ripped work jeans and a plaid button down. He looked just as good in this outfit as he had the last, although she smiled faintly at the sight of the plaid. Not many people liked that kind of shirt. Looking over at him when he introduced herself, she nodded, "I know, I have a friend in the royal guard who recommended I come see you. I'm Aislinn McGarrett. My friend's call me Ash." she said softly before following him outside. Walking behind him, she couldnt help the fact that her eyes drifted down his body and her gaze landed on his rear. Mmm.. nice ass.. she thought to herself before blinking and looking away again.

Focusing on the land around them, she smiled. He lived in a beautiful area of the Aurora, and there was a certain charm about this place. It wasnt long before she saw the horses come at his whistle, and she watched them nudge and push at him with their noses. Smiling softly, she moved over to the fence and held her hand out to a strawberry roan colored male with a white star on his forehead, watching as he nosed her hand in a friendly manner. He was gorgeous, as were all of the others in the field before them. Lifting her eyes to Dakota, she was almost surprised to find him watching her and smiled, "They're beautiful."

Chuckling when one of the mares shoved Dakota toward the strage barn, she smiled, "That sounds great." she said, turning to watch him and laughing again when her strawberry roan male shoved her shoulder with his nose, "Hey, now, no need to push." she said, rubbing his neck.

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