@gracehustle
“Believe it or not, I used to love riding horses. I showed them in dressage, if you know what that is, and also did both barrels and jumping in my free time,” She replied, a small smile on her face, “My good ol’ horse Lady and me.”
“Believe it or not, I used to love riding horses. I showed them in dressage, if you know what that is, and also did both barrels and jumping in my free time,” She replied, a small smile on her face, “My good ol’ horse Lady and me.”
Jay nodded. "Huh. Cool." He said with a smile. He didn't ask what had happened to the horse; it probably wouldn't be anything good, and he didn't want to upset her. "I…vaguely know what each of those terms mean."
She smiled and nodded, “Dressage is more showy stuff, not like jumping or barrels which are both just do what you need to do.” Sighing, she though back to her horse, the sadness of her death less crystal clear now.
Jay nodded. "Ohh, okay." He said. "I get it. I think." He gave a small smile, and looked down at the ground for a moment. He looked back up at her. Leo was still asleep, twitching slightly.
“Next question,” She said after a few moments, shaking away thoughts of Lady or the competitions they had competed in together. Looking around the room, her eyes landed on Leo and she rolled her eyes as her lips twitched up barely.
"Uhm…" Jay shrugged. "I don't actually know what to ask now." He said with a soft chuckle.
Shifting onto her stomach, she sighed and looked around before glancing at the door to make sure there was no creepers or anything else watching them, “Well, if you think of anything you want to ask me, at all, just say it.”
Jay nodded, and glanced at Leo, who was still sound asleep. "Did you have any other pets?" He asked slowly. He himself had had a dog at one point, and wondered if she had had any other than her horse.
“What do you classify as a pet?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at him, “We lived on a farm so there was always quite a variety of animals around, though I don’t know if you’d classify them as pets.”
He nodded. "Oh, okay. Well what kind of animals did you have, then?" He asked, looking over at her curiously. Leo woke up, blinking sleepily. He stretched, and nuzzled Delia softly.
She smiled and pet Leo as she started to name the list of animals they had, “We had two horses, Lady and Rex, several cows, a pig named Max, seven very annoying chickens, our border collie Alex and a fluffy gray cat named Ash.” Delia though for a moment to think of she was forgetting anything, one last animal she forgot in her head, “Oh! And my brother had a rabbit that he showed named Tank.”
Jay smiled. "Oh, cool." He said, watching her and Leo. "Do you have any questions for me?" He asked, stretching. Leo leaned into her hand, panting softly.
“Hm….” She thought for a moment before nodding, a small smile on her face, “What’s your favorite weapon, that you’ve used or have always wanted?” She went back to petting Leo as she waited for his answer, pampering the puppy and praising him quietly.
"Uhm…my gun." He replied, holding up his pistol. "It's small, so it's easy to carry, but it's actually pretty powerful. Plus it's older, and I can make the bullets myself if I need to." He shrugged slightly, setting the gun down. "What about you?"
She smiled and thought, eventually shrugging, “Either my gun I have right now, powerful and mostly accurate, or a tomahawk. I learned to throw one because I thought it was fun and it was.” Leo’s tail was thumping happily against the ground and she continued to pet the puppy and make friends with him.
Jay nodded. "Oh, cool." He said with a small smile. "Tomahawk throwing seems like a cool thing. I wish I could have learned. Maybe if we find a tomahawk, you can teach me."
“It’s difficult, but once you get it down it’s easy,” She said, nodding happily, “I can definitely teach you, but we just have to find a tomahawk first.” Throwing a tomahawk was a weird skill to know, but she had heard about it as a kid and her mom learned with her how to throw.
Jay nodded. "Oh cool." He said with a smile. "Although I doubt we'll find one." He shook his head slightly. "I really wish I had done boy scouts as a kid, now. Those skills would be really handy." He chuckled softly.
Delia laughed and nodded, “Yeah, they definitely would. Where did you used to live before all of this? City? That’s what I’m guessing.” Leo rolled closer to her, rolling into his back for belly scratches -which she happily gave.
"Yeah, in the outskirts of a city." Jay said, reaching over to pet Leo as well. "Which is why I'm surprised I've survived for as long as I have. I mean…" He shook his head.
“Did you go camping or anything much?” She asked, surprised as well that he had survived so long. Most of the survivors she had met were from farms or places where they had been able to be outside in the wilderness and goof around.
"Yeah, and my dad took me hunting during hunting season, so…" Jay shrugged. "It's not like I'd never survive in the outdoors before. Plus…the aliens messed with me a lot, so maybe that affected it too…" He trailed off, glancing down at the floor for a moment.
She nodded, paying more attention to his hunting guess than the aliens, “Did you ever shoot anything? What season did you usually go in or what animals did you go for?” Resting her head on her bag, she laid on her side so she could talk to him, Leo still getting pets as he wanted them.
"Deer, for the most part. I wanted to try hunting like…bears or something, but my dad always said "no way"." He chuckled softly at the memory. "I was so small when I was ten. The first year I went. I swear, the gun was almost as big as I was."
A small smile crossed her face and she laughed, “Did you get something your first year?” Learning more about people and hearing their stories was one of her favorite things, everyone had a different experience.
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