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Lexa had barely been at the Academy for two weeks, but the stables were already one of her favourite places on campus. The musky, slightly damp smell of the interior was all too comforting to her - finally something familiar in the whirlpool of foreignness she had been flung in. There was the sweetness of hay, then the tart, thick scent of leather, and of course, the horsey smell of a horse. She stroked Taleb, the horse she had been riding the past week. He was a handsome, chestnut brown Arabian with quite the temper, however. Already saddled and waiting for her to mount, he nickered impatiently.



With her left foot on the stirrup, Lexa deftly pushed off the ground with the other while pulling herself up, swinging her body across to lightly land on the horse's back. She adjusted the stirrups, but let held the reins loosely. By this time, Taleb was already pawing the ground, eager to leave. The girl gave the horse an amused glance, softly patting his shoulder. "All right there, let's go."



Lexa nudged the horse around the stable, heading for the mottled path behind it. The sky was cloudy, but she knew it would not rain so soon. Streaks of blue peeked out from behind the pale grey blanket, sending natural light down onto the wide, open fields. It was the perfect evening for riding. Taleb went faster than he should, on the path, but Lexa decided not to rein him in. After all, who would be here at this time of the day? Just as she turned the corner, however, she saw a flicker of movement.



"Whoa!" Pulling the reins just in time, she directed the horse's dangerous hooves away from the figure. Her heart skipped a beat at the close shave. Taleb, annoyed, snorted and stomped to a halt, his eyes rolling back to notice the obstruction. Lexa having caught a glimpse of the person, was all too relieved it hadn't been a teacher.



Quickly sliding off the saddle and nearly tripping twice in her haste, Lexa started towards the student, apologising profusely. "Dang, I'm really sorry about that, are you all right? Were you hit?"



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It was a nice evening for a lot of things. They days were getting longer now that it was spring and transitioning into the heated days of the year. With more sunlight, the more opportunity Eric had to push some of his exercising into later hours. That meant he didn't have to get up at, like, five in the morning. And he didn't have to worry when he wanted to go out for the night, juggling it with sacrificing sleep.

The Winter Olympics were over. As happy as he was that Canada kicked ass in hockey (and curling, he supposed), there was always one more gold medal in his sights. Now that Brazil had all the attention, Eric had to focus in and train. Any time he could get to hone his body and skills was time not wasted.

Since the evenings were warmer than crisp mornings, Eric also had the chance to change his outfit for jogging. No more sweat pants and jackets. He could run in a soccer shirt and shorts right from the get go, and the feeling of the wind pushing against his bare legs and arms was something he would never leave unappreciated.

The evenings also meant loud music. He never liked to run with earphones in during the morning. Eric loved hearing nature waking up to a sunrise. The evening was less pleasant, however. More people running amok, saying things and distracting Eric as he focused in on himself.

But having earphones in also meant not hearing the sound of hooves trampling the ground. The thunderous stampede turned around one corner, and all the man had to save his life were his inhuman reflexes. As soon as the sight of the horse was processed, adrenaline kicked in and so did his reflexes.

He dove out of the way, tumbling forward under his momentum. Dirt and sweat mixed for a very unpleasant sensation, and Eric groaned amidst panting breaths. At least he didn't hurt himself. He stood up, legs a little shaky from buckling, and brushed himself off as well as he could. His headphones dangled on the ground, bounced out of his ears.

“Just my pride,” Eric reassured the girl. He didn't notice she was already off the horse and stumbling to grovel at his feet. Well, not really grovel but... more or less. He smiled at her, working his limbs about to make sure they were okay. He'd be very well on his way... if the girl wasn't so cute.

Why did this school have to be so full of cute girls? It was a miracle Eric got anything done.

“No need to apologize. I shouldn't have had my music up so high,” even as the phones lay on the ground, both of them could hear Eric's assortment of high energy pop blasting out.

“I don't see many riders out, either,” Eric continued to dust himself off as he looked to Taleb. The big guy seemed pretty impatient. Hmm... maybe he wasn't used to this girl as his rider. “Are you new here? Don't tell me I've missed seeing you my whole time here.”
 
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Lexa's attention was drawn to the earphones he gestured at. Then realising that the guy wasn't hurt, her paranoia melted away. She halted in her tracks, still beside Taleb. "Oh." Still apologetic, she swiped the dangling earphones, passing it to the student as he brushed the dirt off his clothes. She grimaced in resignation. "Not your fault. I shouldn't have gone so fast. Stuff always happens when I do anything of that sort." She knew that her apologies might have alarmed the guy a little, but if she hadn’t stopped Taleb, the horse could’ve killed him.



Now with a clearer look at the student, she noted that he had pretty good-looking features, and the confident gaze of someone who knew he had the charm. He reminded her of her brother for some reason, and she stifled a sigh. Lexa noticed his gaze at the horse and took that as nervousness. She shrugged inwardly - there were horse people, and then there were non horse people. Reaching to place a hand on Taleb's velvety nose, he got the message, stilling himself, though she knew not for long. He was a spirited horse after all.



She was surprised he picked up on her new arrival so easily. Then again, Lexa supposed that there weren't many new students all the time. "Yep," she nodded amiably, "Been here for barely two weeks. Everything's new, and the place is pretty huge." She pushed away the slight edge of despondence from her voice when she thought of her family again.



"How long have you been here?" Her voice had regained its usual calm, and now brightened, emanating a slight curiosity.



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Eric thought himself lucky with his guess. She was a little more close to the horse than he first realized. Still, he was on track to getting to know her. Once the horse was calmed down a bit, Eric had more of a heart to move closer to his near-killer. He had no hard feelings for the big guy anyway. It wasn't like he tried to run Eric over.

“Two weeks? I don't think I've been here much longer. Just about a month now, for me.” So they were both relatively new. Eric got used to the school pretty well after a few weeks, though. It already felt like he had been here his whole life. He supposed he never have much time to think about it. He kept with his routine, still ate healthy, and still met a bunch of girls. That was his life, wherever he went.

Eric tentatively stroked the horse's side, keeping an eye on its hooves and head in case it didn't seem pleased. “I've had my powers for longer, but my family didn't want us to come here, originally. But things changed,” he shrugged. He tried to brush it off like it was a small detail, rather than an important crisis of why his family suddenly changed their mind. He didn't want to think about it anyway, and the best way to keep people from asking was to make it seem like it was unimportant.

“What about you? What brings you to riding beautiful horses and trampling over handsome guys all the way out here?” Eric grinned, his hand running up along Taleb's mane.
 
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Oh wow, so he is a horsey person after all. Lexa shook her head inwardly at her initial misjudgement - you really couldn't tell with most people. At his next statement, she couldn't help feeling a little surprised. He looked so at ease, like he had been here for at least a year and the academy was already his home.



She raised her eyebrows, picking up the slight distinction. "Us? Must be nice to have some family here, at least." Lexa, still new to this whole thing, found it quite notable that kids from the same family had powers. She thought it was pretty rare. At least, nobody in her neighbourhood had any. They didn't have to stay away.



Lexa snorted, amused. I knew it. She had been right about his confidence. "Probably to give guys like you some ego-diminishing," she nodded matter-of-factly, "A healthy roll in the dirt." But she let out a short grin at the end, unable to keep entirely a straight face.



"So what are you doing out here, throwing yourself at my horse's feet?" A twinkle leapt to her eye. "I'm afraid he's not interested," Lexa sighed with mock regretfulness.



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“Brother, and sisters,” Eric smiled. He roomed with his brother, and his twin sisters roomed not far from them. Aside from that though, they didn't actually stick together as often as close siblings would. They were still family, but they all had their own lives. It was nice to have company like them to fall back on, however.

As to Eric's confidence, he seemed nothing short of amused with her assessment of his ego. He wondered who could break first – his ego or her will to break it. However, ego-diminishing or not, he did love a good ribbing. He chuckled as she pointed out the dirt, prompting Eric to try and wipe a little more of it away. It was largely ineffective, however.

“A shame he's not,” Eric teased, petting the horse's mane some more, “But it's hard to throw myself at yours when you're so high up. I'm Eric. Eric Tenebre.”

Though still covered in dirt, he offered his hand to the girl. He had a feeling she didn't mind getting a little dirt on herself, if she was riding animals around.
 
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Lexa successfully hid her surprise. Four siblings, certainly a genetic thing. For a moment she wondered how exactly the passing on of powers thing worked -nobody had been able to give her an adequate explanation yet- but then brushed the thought off. She'd find out sooner or later.


Seeing that his ineffective attempts only served to smudge the dirt, she reached over the horse saddle and tugged free a clean cloth, coughing a little to stifle her laughter. "Here, use this instead." Lexa then raised an eyebrow, lips lifting into a half smile. "Quite the silver tongue you've got there.


She took his offered hand, shaking it. "I'm Alexandra Carpenter, Lexa for short." Suddenly noticing the lack of presence, she turned to Taleb - to find that he had been siding hopefully off several paces. Lexa gave him a look and he stopped, hooves shuffling, his pitiful attempt foiled. A thought then occurred to her, and she asked absently, "Do you ride?"



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Lexa. That was a good nickname. He accepted the cloth from Lexa and wiped his hands first, then what he could of his face. The rest of him didn't really matter, except perhaps a bit of his forearm. The rest was out of sight, out of mind, and sometimes out of reach.

“I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Some of it rubbed off, I guess,” Eric shrugged and grinned. He followed Lexa's gaze to her horse, looking like he was trying to get away from those silly humans and their inexplicably mating rituals. Eric bet Taleb was wondering why they didn't just dance a little then find a nice bush or whatever.

... Anyway, Eric expected Lexa's next question. Did he ride? Yeah, he totally rode. Cars. The last time he got on the back of a horse was maybe five years ago, and he didn't enjoy it too much then. The stables at his mansion were empty for a long while.

Could he possibly come to like horses? “Yeah, I can totally ride,” Eric spoke with no less confidence than ever. In his head though, Eric cursed himself in every different language he could conjure. She was about to ask him to ride, wasn't she? And then his best chance to impress her would tumble down the drain. Lord knows how deep that drain would be, and how much crap he'd have to go through to fish it out.

“I mean, I'm pretty rusty but I'm sure it will come back to me.” Eric dearly hoped so.
 
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