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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve came to Milliways on purpose this time.

He's outside by the lake, sitting on a rock near the shore. (in the back of his mind, it may be because he has no desire to run into the vampire again.) He's working on preliminary sketches for three different drawings, and singing to himself in a passable baritone.

The first is an oceanscape--the Pacific Ocean on a fine day, the waves rolling to a nearly empty beach. Only one dark-haired figure is one the shore.

The second is a play on one of the Captain America trading cards, with YOU CAN DO IT written at the top in large, friendly letters.

The third, his current project, is of a young man playing guitar. It's the most intense of them all, with dark lines and negative space. The musician's expression is as focused as Steve's.

As he draws, Steve sings under his breath, "'Night and day, you are the one, only you beneath the moon and under the sun...in the roaring traffic's boom or the silence of my lonely room, I think of you...night and day...'"

[ooc: Open all day, though I will be in and out periodically.]

[tiny tag: the Huntsman]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gently pulls, and Tequila stops. Steve pats his neck proudly.

"That feels like a good beginning," he says to Sallie.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Doin' better than a fair few of the people I've taught in the past. Maybe you missed your callin' a little."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The experiment improved more than my body," Steve says casually. "My memory, for instance. I learn things faster than ever."

He was never a dim study. He feels ravenous for knowledge, now.

"But it would have been neat to be a cowboy."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Maybe for a while. Full-time cowboy work is not all that glamorous Steve."

It's a lot of cold, and eating alone on a mountainside somewhere. From what she gleaned from Ennis and Jack, anyway.

"Do you want to go out on a trail, or take a few more turns around here?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Very few things are," Steve observes.

"Let's try a trail. I'd love to see more of the -- whatever you call this." He gestures with his arm to include the entirety of the grounds of Milliways. "Back yard?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"I call it the lakeside. Backyard works too."

Sallie swings down off of her mount to open the gate for both Steve and herself, locking up behind them and picking a random direction to head off towards. The trail widens eventually that they can ride side by side, but Sallie stays in front for the moment unless Steve chooses to move - guiding and all.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve follows without protest, taking in the forest around them.

It's not long before he's humming again, a happier song than earlier.

[realmrsreynolds]

"You're just...a picture of idyllic."

Which somehow sounds complimentary.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs. "I'm having a good time."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Ain't a thing wrong with that."

The next fifteen minutes or so is quiet, since sometimes the best thing about a ride is that quiet -- but Sallie pulls off the outline of the trail for a minute to brush right up to the shore of the lake and dismounts.

"I wanted to stop here to show you all the divergent trails," she explains, pointing to the path towards the mountains, several less-used trails towards the deeper, darker areas of the forest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve dismounts too, less clumsily than you'd expect, and peers at the trails. "What's down there?" he asks, pointing at the darker trail.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie shrugs meaningfully.

"You can find out if you'd like.

"Not on my son's horse, though."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'll have a look some other time, then," Steve says. "It looks like there should be a gingerbread house waiting, at the very least."

[realmrsreynolds]

"You have the Blind Wizard story too? Huh. Neat."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not that version of it. Ours is called 'Hansel and Gretl.'"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Hunh. The kids in ours are Han Zu and Greta. Five hundred some years and they're still recognizable."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Han Zu and Greta," Steve repeats, smiling. "I like that.

"What happens when they meet the blind wizard?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"They cook him before he cooks them. 'S a popular tale to tell the kids who like to wander off and talk to the sailors in the shipyards."

[ooc: off home/derby!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles. "That's how ours ends, too. And then a giant swan takes them home."


[ooc: Kaykay!]

[realmrsreynolds]

"Dragon for ours." Sallie just shrugs. "There's always a dragon or a panda in there somewhere."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Pandas, really? I saw one in a newsreel once."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Ain't seen one ever my own self; they're mostly in zoos and such in the Core."

The Core is where the cool stuff happens, Steve.

"Want to keep headin' on?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't expect to see one in person any time soon. After the war, maybe.

"Yes, please." He climbs back up onto Tequila.

[realmrsreynolds]

The trail, at the pace they're setting, runs them about another half an hour, and Sallie's pony is starting to complain more than she feels like putting up with.

"When we get back around to the paddock I'm goin' to head in. If you want to keep goin' on you can?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve thinks about it a moment. "I think I should go in with you. I need you to show me how to take all the tack off and wipe him down. Clean him up? What's the term? I only know horses aren't supposed to be put away wet."