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Cutting room floor
4 years ago
I feel like a broken record saying this, but muses are fickle things. The story I want to work on is an older story that fleshes out Darci's personality/backstory. However, the story that my muse has found more fascinating is a prequel to Unicorn Hunter, focusing on a certain kirin.
The following is a chunk of that prequel that likely is on the cutting room floor. The reason it likely won't make the final story is because the story closely follow Max, and he isn't present for the scene.
Janet strode into the stablemistress’ office, trying to mask her nervousness. The pit bull was behind her desk, working on some paperwork. She looked up at the sound of the door closing. The stablemistress was the first to speak. "That's right, you wanted to speak with me. What's on your mind?"
The margay came to attention in front of the desk, hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly let out her question. "Will you be measuring me for a set of tack?"
The pit bull was taken aback by the question. "Should I? I can't think of a reason to do so."
Her student shrugged before relaxing slightly. "As cover would have said, I know too much."
"Cover?"
"The kirin we worked with this morning. He never bothered to give a name."
"Oh! Him." She smiled. "Unlike Speakeasy, you know how to keep your mouth closed. Care to guess how many selfies she took with Princess?"
"Five?"
"Try fifty. And the only reason she didn't post them was because her phone died."
The margay winced. "And she probably would have used real names."
"It wouldn't surprise me. What brought up your concerns?"
"An indefinite pronoun during the morning briefing. For a moment, I saw myself riding back in the trailer with Speakeasy. I'm kinda exposed, depending on where the investigation goes, so it would have tied up a loose end."
The pit bull quickly stood up and swept around the desk to wrap her student in a hug. "We wouldn’t take you out of circulation like that if things got too hot to handle. If anything, it’d probably draw more heat. You’re a darn good jockey, and you’d make a horrible pony.”
Her student cracked a smile before responding. “Thanks. Two requests?” Receiving a nod, she continued. “If you need me to tack up, just put it in my locker. Save everyone the headaches. And can I have dibs on the name jailbait?”
The stablemistress rumbled her amusement and gave a squeeze. “The way you’re talking, you make it sound inevitable. Tell you what. If you really want me to take your measurements, let me know in a week or two. Once the tack is ready, we can have the occasional class where you swap your crop for the tack. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Good. Now, go spend some time with Princess. She may be a pony, but she’s still your sister. Speakeasy on the other hoof will probably need some more time to cool her heels.”
The following is a chunk of that prequel that likely is on the cutting room floor. The reason it likely won't make the final story is because the story closely follow Max, and he isn't present for the scene.
Janet strode into the stablemistress’ office, trying to mask her nervousness. The pit bull was behind her desk, working on some paperwork. She looked up at the sound of the door closing. The stablemistress was the first to speak. "That's right, you wanted to speak with me. What's on your mind?"
The margay came to attention in front of the desk, hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly let out her question. "Will you be measuring me for a set of tack?"
The pit bull was taken aback by the question. "Should I? I can't think of a reason to do so."
Her student shrugged before relaxing slightly. "As cover would have said, I know too much."
"Cover?"
"The kirin we worked with this morning. He never bothered to give a name."
"Oh! Him." She smiled. "Unlike Speakeasy, you know how to keep your mouth closed. Care to guess how many selfies she took with Princess?"
"Five?"
"Try fifty. And the only reason she didn't post them was because her phone died."
The margay winced. "And she probably would have used real names."
"It wouldn't surprise me. What brought up your concerns?"
"An indefinite pronoun during the morning briefing. For a moment, I saw myself riding back in the trailer with Speakeasy. I'm kinda exposed, depending on where the investigation goes, so it would have tied up a loose end."
The pit bull quickly stood up and swept around the desk to wrap her student in a hug. "We wouldn’t take you out of circulation like that if things got too hot to handle. If anything, it’d probably draw more heat. You’re a darn good jockey, and you’d make a horrible pony.”
Her student cracked a smile before responding. “Thanks. Two requests?” Receiving a nod, she continued. “If you need me to tack up, just put it in my locker. Save everyone the headaches. And can I have dibs on the name jailbait?”
The stablemistress rumbled her amusement and gave a squeeze. “The way you’re talking, you make it sound inevitable. Tell you what. If you really want me to take your measurements, let me know in a week or two. Once the tack is ready, we can have the occasional class where you swap your crop for the tack. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Good. Now, go spend some time with Princess. She may be a pony, but she’s still your sister. Speakeasy on the other hoof will probably need some more time to cool her heels.”
