January Races

The races were starting a few minutes late for they wanted to make sure the tracks were dry for all the snow that had be cleared this day. At least falling snow had become very light, more a shimmering. Patrick was up in the Tower as he tested out the megaphone. "WELCOME, WELCOME THIS NIGHT TO FALKIRK DOWNS" which came out loud and clear, enough that the men vacating the tracks looked his way, some waved or gave the thumbs up. The jockeys were getting the horses out to the gates as he called out the names of those racing. "In our first race, starting with gate number one, and on down, we have Golden Lady, Bayda, Cinnamon, Spartan, RW Blackbird, Windchaser, Rag Doll, Silent Thunder, Blacke Magic and Jack."

She'd just wolfed down a bowl of stew at the Thistle, rather quickly and chased it with juice. Buttercup's quick gait worked like burping a baby with all the bouncing. Gaelle let out a tiny burp that sounded slightly froggy. She rode over with Charlie and it was Charlie that she sent the surprised look to. "I hope no one heard that." She heard the announcers though and was quick to slide off of her mare's back once they were close to the tracks. There was a bounce in her step, even as she tugged her thick cloak around her.

Charlie chuckled hearing the loud speaker, "I doubt it ... " looking like a wooly bear mounted on a mule, covered with her cloak.

The elf was excited to see the races again, the first having been so much fun. She scurried over to the race tracks as quickly as she could so as not to be late, wrapped up in her fur-lined cloak, her cheeks a bit rosy from the chilled air.

Broch was already there in the stands, surrounded by the big fur cloak he wore and woolen blankets spread out on either side of the cleared bleachers. He was hoping for company as his brothers couldn't make it this night. He was dressed warmly beneath and had a couple canisters of hot chocolate in a basket, things to nibble on as well. Noting Gaelle, Charlie and Pyper he waved them over.

Henna hadn't had bet on any of the horses but she wanted to watch them run. She met Gus on her way to the track and he kindly agreed to escort her. "I think I made us late," she said laughing as she stopped her horse and looked toward the track. "Should we run?"

"Not too late. " He grinned as he helped the Princess down from her horse. "Let's go visit Patrick in the tower, though we'll have to be quiet." He then escorted her up the steps and inside. Greeting Patrick with a wiggle of his fingers, he took up a lean to watch the race.

Dismounting was just a matter of sliding, leaving the cloak behind to keep the old mule warm, but she had another one, which is why she looked like a bear, "oh look it is sweet lips " she teased Gaelle.

Gabriel was with Melantha down near the gates as most of her horses would be racing, "how are the pregnant ones coming along," he near forgot to ask as they finally caught up with each other. Both had been busy.

"Pyper, hello!" Greeting her as she started into the stands. She spotted Broch's wave and eased that way. She grinned at him and nearly tripped over herself when she heard Charlie. "Shh!" She laughed as she settled down beside Broch. Warm in a sweater of deep green and dark brown pants, she even wore her jewelry tonight but was a little nervous about the bracelet falling off.

She chuckled at hearing Charlie too, and seeing Gaelle's reaction. "Evening Broch, Gaelle, Charlie." giving a smile to them all.

Charlie just chuckled, it had not been loud. "Evening Broch " waving to Pyper, and a few others if they were looking.

She nearly giggled when he asked, eyes bright as she looked up at him. She had been waiting for his question. "All three foaled after you left on Sunday. I tried to catch you yesterday to tell you but you were busy. Two little fillies and a colt." She gave him an impish look. "Missed you yesterday." Funny how the day went slower when she knew she wasn't going to see him.

Someone else was making her way into the stands. Dark skinned and huddled under what looked like a mound of clothing. Deep maroons and golds draped her along with a head scarf. Not alone, she settled into the stands with her guard. The brute of a man taking place behind her.

"Eve'in tae yea ladies," grin tucked within the trim beard. "A guid nig't tae huddle w'ile watc'ing t'e races." He waved Banafrit and her guard over. "Come sit wit' us, t'e more t'e merrier."

"How are you, Pyper?" Questioning her with a smile.

Patrick gave Gus and Henna a smile as he kept an eye on the flag man. Red flag was up waving in the light breeze before it went down. "And they're off!"

"Doing alright," replying with a smile, "how about yourself?" though she had an idea already.

Waving caught her attention and she blinked her dark eyes in response before she moved. Abe followed and they both settled down near Broch and his group. "Pleasant eve," she murmured. A smile slanted in Pyper's direction.

She grinned at Patrick as they entered the tower, looking around briefly. She did know Gus' horse was running but it would take her a while to remember which horse belonged where.

Charlie twisted to hearing they were off, looking to see what the ground looked like, and how the horses were moving, smiling as she noted a few more familiar faces.

The rush of horses was always a thrill, "Spartan takes the lead with Windchaser and Blacke Magic not far behind. Blackbird and Silent Thunder seem to have trouble at the gate."

So far so good. Gaelle clapped her hands excitedly.

"Spartan is still in the lead with Windchaser determined to catch up, Blacke Magic not far behind as well Jack."

Of course Thunder would pick tonight to not do well. He chuckled as he watched as the stallion seemed to be stalling.

If he had heard Charlie's comment it would have opened up the night for teasing. "Pleasant eve tae yea lass, I'm Broc', t'is bae Gaelle, C'arlie and Pyper." Although he wasn't sure if he had met her as he studied her a moment before distracted back to the race.

Banafrit's first race. She watched with a neutral expression that gave way to a slow curve of a smile. Abe was the excited one, behind her, belting out a hoot out of nowhere that made her glance his way. She glanced towards Broch. "We have met. Once. I am Banafrit al-Dawla, pleasure to meet each of you." Of course, it was hard to tell who was under all of that clothing, wasn't it?

The elf's excitement mounted as the horses took off, deep sapphire eyes alight as she watched.

He moved closer, slipping his arm around her, "missed you too, you can keep warmer this way." She might well notice the devilish smile with a dip of dark eyes her way then up to the horses.

Horses had off days like people did, she shifted her gaze from those stalled, at the gate, to those racing, watching the movements of the long legged creatures and the jockeys. "Good evening " she grinned to Banafrit, suspecting that she was related to that hot handsome one, that Charlie had meet eons ago.

"Warmer is always nice." She snuggled up against him, watching Windchaser. She sure liked to run.

"Good evening! I bet you're all nice and warm. Is that your father?" Go Gaelle. She made a motion to Abe.

"Windchaser has caught up to be neck and neck with Spartan, Jack is not far behind as well Golden Lady and Blacke Magic."

Charlie giggled, glancing at Abe, aware that the family had bodyguards. "Lucky man he would be if he was " she mused.

She was fascinated as she watched, not only the horses but the spectators as well. It looked as if they were having a grand time.

All of Abe's hooting promptly ceased. He sent Gaelle a look of surprise then barked out a loud laugh. "He is my guard," explained Banafrit. "His name is Abe." She offered this to the others that might not know, either.

"Windchaser has spurred ahead taking a big lead, RW Blackbird also upsetting the line moving into second place, Spartan just behind. Jack, Golden Lady with still a chance as they head for the finish line."

Gaelle nodded slowly, looking quite apologetic for her mistake! She almost added something else but wisely managed to keep her trap shut. She did grin over to Charlie though, and Pyper too, then turned back to watch the races.

Charlie just winked, whether at Gaelle or Banafrit or Abe was always something to guess at. "Dang that Windchaser has a burr in his butt," meaning he was running good.

Hmmm. He might have the doc look over Thunder. He didn't seem as lively as usual.

She grinned back, then turned back to the races.

"And we have it! Windchaser takes the win with Spartan to Place and RW Blackbird to Show."

"Woohoo!" Gaelle was the hooting one then!

Gabriel might have to cover his ears. Not only had Windchaser won but RW had taken third.

"There be whoo whoos loose," she chuckled, nodding her head, watching Windchaser and RW Blackbird.

"Aye, I bae wonder'in iffin we 'ad met." Pretty face but there were a few Egyptians with pretty faces, a few other ladies as well. Oh, he enjoyed the sight of a pretty face too but normally he would have remembered. He was slipping. That crossed his mind but he didn't take it to wondering at the moment. Chuckling as he handed Gaelle one of the canisters with hot chocolate in it. He was making use of his flask filled with potcheen.

"Redwing Blackbird finally made it!" He was thrilled for this was the best his stallion had done. Only proved he had it in him. "Two fillies and a colt all in one night. Seems it was a busy one for you. Didn't Gaelle win one?"

She laughed hearing Charlie! And made a low hooting sound, like an owl. She glanced over at Broch when he handed her one of the canisters. "Thank you. Did you spike it?" Teasing! She couldn't help it. "Are you racing tonight, Pyper?" Thinking to ask.

She shook her head. "I don't think so, not this time." but maybe the next.

Charlie listened to see who had bets placed, and who had won, amused by the hooting.

"I am quite honored to have you here tonight Princess." Dark green eyes turned on Henna with a respectful bow of his head. "I hope you enjoy the races. I see you have met my cousin."

"Aye, she did. She'll have to come and see them and decide. Then once her choice is old enough, she'll be able take it." She chuckled, "And I'll offer to train it too."

The horses were being cleared from the tracks and the crew quickly out to rake them as the ones in the next race were getting situated at the gates. The megaphone was lifted as he announced the next line up. "In our second race tonight, we have Phantom Flame in the number one slot, then the rest to follow, Blue Lightning, Gypsy Prince, Ala' al Din, Casey, Cream-n-Sugar, Smoky Trails, Shaya, Legacy & Lace, Blackmoor's Sage and Court Jester. The second and third races will have eleven racing."

"Indeed I am." He would have received a curtsy had Henna been wearing a gown, but she was quite comfortable in woolen pants and a feminine tunic of red. "I met Fearghus when I bought a bow for one of my brothers."She turned to watch again. "How do they come up with such interesting names?"

He watched for the flag man as he made sure they were ready before the flag was down, the gates opened, "and they're off!"

"I have no idea. Thunder was named already or I'm sure I would have named him something dull." He leaned forward again to watch.

"We have Gypsy Prince and Ala' al Din neck and neck at the on start, Phantom Flame and Legacy and Lace not far behind."

She took a sip from the canister, her attention focused fully on the track.

He offered Charlie and Pyper a canister of hot chocolate each then would offer such to Banafrit and her guard Abe.

Charlie was watching the horses again, aware of the names, but not saying how most horses got their names. "Ahh thank you Broch " she grinned, taking the hot chocolate.

Surprised by Broch's offer, though Banafrit had this.. odd quirk about her. She glanced up to her guard and he was the one that took both canisters before passing one over to Banafrit. "Thank you," she said. And ever helpful Abe, not wanting Broch to be offended, leaned to speak low. "She will not take anything from another man's hand that she does not know well." Quirky, yes.

She grinned."Thank you Broch. Very thoughtful."

"We have Ala' al Din taking the lead with Phantom Flame close behind, Casey not too far behind Flame as well Shaya."

"Isn't Gypsy Prince one of Joe's horses?" Not sure who was who really, just recalling the name.

"It's good. The hot chocolate." Mentioned to Pyper and Charlie. She lifted her own canister, then suddenly had an odd expression before it faded. She watched Charlie with a grin. "I can't recall. It's one that I bet on, though." She laughed.

"Well maybe you will get lucky," she grinned to Gaelle.

"I did in the last race. Twice." She held up two fingers, her voice quiet!

"Hot dog ... I need to give you money so you can bet for me." She never bet much, not always a winner.

"Casey has passed out Ala' al Din putting Ala in second with Smoky Trails coming up from behind."

She cracked up laughing. "You and Pyper should place bets sometimes. Though it makes this even more addictive," she admitted.

Ala was one of her aunt's horses so she was yelling again. She had started to get worried about her training!

Pyper shook her head at that. "I don't think I would be very good at it." She was content just having fun watching.

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Patrick Murdough Frasier
Falkirk Manor and Downs of Ballicastle

Falkirk Downs Position Race - Ten New Additions to the Circuit

Patrick made a few decisions on the fact they had ten maiden horses to run and become part of the regular races, which he explained to Gus who accompanied him to the tracks. "I decided to run three races to catch up these horses with the ones already in the circuit. Being there are ten, there will be the regular purse and position of win, place and show for them. Three from the Royal Stables, two from the McDonough stables, three from the McDale stables and two individually owned. One of which is mine, Dapper Dan." The last time was to run four horses for two races in position, but only giving 4th place for the winner and there on down. Though their points remained the same. "I will run one this afternoon and two later tonight. All done before the races on the eighteenth. Though, there would be no official betting like the regular races nor Hometown race for this Position Race."

Davin was excited to not only have a race horse his mother gifted him with but to see the stallion run for the first time and how he would do against nine others. Having been given the time for this unofficial race for having one in it, he made sure the fire would be burning well to last a few hours before he was needed back at the Lighthouse. Instead of using the bleachers he was down near the rail for a better view as few were here. Seeing the Frasiers, Patrick in particular having met him, he gave a wave their way.

"Will you be needing to run an additional race then on the eighteenth?" He was curious to see these new horses. Watching them run might give him some insight on which ones to bet on, though he had to chuckle to himself at the thought. More than likely the horses would have a bad night. A hand lifted toward the young man waving.

He waved in return to Davin, as he made his way there. "Davin, this is my cousin Fearghus, or Gus. If you ever need an excellent bow made, arrows, he is the man to see." A smile touched off to the side as he advertised for his cousin, giving Gus a clasp to his shoulder as he did. "Yes, there will be four registered races on the eighteenth," answering Gus' question.

"Well in the meet Gus," extending a hand. He didn't hide the fact how excited he was to have his own racing horse. "Do you have a horse as well, in the races?"

"Not today, no. My horse, Silent Thunder, has been running in the races." He grinned as he shook Davin's hand. "Nice to meet you, Davin. I take it you have one running today?"

"Yes, my mother stays at the manor with Melantha Quinn, my cousin. She recently gifted me with a race horse from ones they got in. A late birthday present she told me." Which had been in England and his mother here when that date came about. Subconsciously he knew he was becoming more and more rooted here but still too stubborn to admit it. He loved taking care of the Lighthouse and living there. The treasure hunting probably had a lot to do with that as well all he met were so friendly, like family. "His name is Rip Roaring, I gave him that name when I got to watch him run in the field. He's amazing."

"I hope he does well in these races but if he doesn't, don't take it to heart for it takes time and all the horses are fine specimens. He will be running against the best." Glancing up towards the tower then back, "I need to go get ready as they are bringing out the horses now." If ones didn't have a jockey of their own, as most of the stables did, there was a crew assigned to run personally owned race horses. He was on a schedule so headed up the bleachers to access the tower room. Comfortable one set up like an office but with windows all around. He was quick about it at this point and soon clearing the megaphone to make sure all was in working condition. Gus could join him at his leisure or stay down with Davin if he wanted to watch the race close up and with company. He would not make good company when announcing the horses.

"Good name." He grinned then nodded at Patrick. "All right then." He decided to remain with Davin and watch the horses from ground level. He'd join Patrick after the race.

"Welcome this evening for a Position Race of ten new horses being added to the circuit." The megaphone had his voice ring loud and clear as the jockeys got their horses into position. The lineup for the first, all written up as they would be changing gate numbers for each race. Mimicking the regular races for in essence it was the same. "In gate One we have Morgan, then down the line, Lace Stockings, Brandy and Rum, Dapper Dan, Roxanne, Gold Dust, Just Dandy, Rip Roaring, Dusky Princess and Trading Chances. These are all maiden runs, the first of three races for these horses." Watching the man with the flag as it went down. "And they're off! We have Lace Stockings and Brandy coming out of the gate like bats out of hell, neck and neck in the lead, with Trading Chances and Roxanne not far behind."

He leaned with both hands resting on the fence as he watched the horses. Glancing at Davin to gauge his reaction briefly then he looked back. His own horse had taken time to get used to the track.

"Lace Stockings surges ahead with Trading Chances taking up second and Brandy in third position," the others were further behind but that didn't mean one or more might spurt ahead. "Lace Stockings is still in the lead with Trading Chances and Brandy very close behind. Gold Dust seems to be picking up speed as well."

"Lace Stockings is keeping her lead with Brandy dropping back a little as well Trading Chances. Morgan has been coming up from behind as they head for the finish line."

"Trading Chances has upset Lace Stockings lead with a spurt at the end giving him a Win by a nose, Lace Stockings taking Place and Brandy and Rum taking Show."

"That concludes the first race for tonight. There will be two more later this evening. I hope to see you back," plus any others as nighttime was better for ones getting out.

Well, Rip hadn't done as well this race but he took Patrick's words to heart and would see how he did in the second race later. It would give him time to check the fire for the Lighthouse and get something to eat. Deciding to head for Clearview for that meal and tell his mother and cousin about Rip Roaring's first race. A tad disappointed but not overly. He still had high hopes for the stallion. "If you want a good meal, Gus, you're welcome to eat at Clearview with me." Friends were always welcome.

"I think I'd like that.." He turned to face Davin with a grin, then lifted a hand to Patrick in the tower. He likely would stay at the track until the next race, knowing the dedication of his cousin.

Patrick waved to them both but it would appear he planned to stay here, have a dinner brought as he had some papers to go over and stats logged.

------------later that evening

Patrick was still in the tower of the Downs shuffling through a stack of papers as he kept track of the time. It was getting close for the second race to begin. At least a hot meal had been sent down to him by Hannah, bringing his son and a few of her brood with her. They had long gone back but had stayed over an hour. He had enjoyed her company as usual, spending time with his son in bringing him around, as well Hanna and her children, to visit the race horses that were here this night. He promised to get him one once he was a little older, right now rocking horses were about his speed. The papers were set aside as he had gotten a good amount of the tedious work done. He was up from his seat and over to stand at the large window, watching them get the horses ready and those coming by to watch the second race.

Davin returned with Gus, bellies full of good food. Just like he promised. He stopped by to have a few words with Rip Roaring about using the speed he knew he had in the next race. Promises made if he did, it was not below him to bribe his stallion under the circumstances. Once done as they were getting the stallion ready, he was back out to the fence to watch from there like he had earlier.

He had enjoyed the dinner and the company. It was almost as lively there as it was in Falkirk manor. While Davin stopped to talk to Rip Roaring, he continued on to the tower to greet Patrick again. After saying hello, he left his cousin to his work and headed back down to join Davin at the fence.

"How has your horse done in these races?" A shift of focus from where they were leading the horses to the gates, to get them ready, to Gus. He realized he hadn't asked him before, only found out he had one. Giving Patrick a quick wave as he noticed him at the window before back to Gus.

He enjoyed the quick visit but time was drawing near and his focus would turn to the race and announcements. A wave was given before he turned from the window to test out the megaphone. His voice rang loud and clear. "Good evening and welcome to Falkirk Downs. The second race will begin in a few moments. Our line up from Gate One down is, Just Dandy, Roxanne, Gold Dust, Brandy and Rum, Lace Stockings, Dusky Princess, Trading Chances, Dapper Dan, Morgan and Rip Roaring." Watching his man with the flag and once it was swept down, "and they're off!"

"Well, he's not in the top fifteen but he came in second once. Finished at the end in the other races." He chuckled softly. "Still, he's got a good heart and loves to run, though he does get distracted." He leaned on the fence as the racers started from the gate.

"We have Dusky Princess shooting out for the lead with Dapper Dan not far behind as well Rip Roaring."

"Roxanne is determined to keep her lead with Dusky Princess and Rip Roaring still vying to have a spot in this race as they head for the finish line."

He was leaning forward as he watched the finish. These new ones were going to be ones to watch.

"There was a close judgement between Dusky Princess and Rip Roaring for second and third place. The judges," three men stationed at the finish line had conferred, "have Roxanne as taking the Win, Dusky Princess  to Place and Rip Roaring to Show. We will have a short intermission to let the horses cool down before the next race."

Neale braced a bent arm above his head to the fence watching the end of the race. He slanted a look up toward the tower before he straightened and started in that direction.

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"Holy!" Giving a loud whistle as his talk with Rip must have done some good. It didn't really matter that he didn't Win but so close to second by a nose, he was thrilled.

"See, he just needed to warm up." He laughed as he clapped a hand to Davin's shoulder.

"It would seem so, I'm pleased, very pleased. My mother will be pleased having given him to me." This was one of those days to mark on his calendar as being one of the best.

The eldest of the Frasier clan wound his way upward, entering the tower room. "Excellent race, Patrick."

Patrick was taking a break, glass of cognac in hand as he was back to the large window to watch. One that was from ceiling to floor with only the casing to support it. He caught sight of Neale as a big grin grew. This made his night, the tracks a long time in planning, setbacks at times between racing, to this moment, being able to race during the winter, most of the time. Turning from the window as his brother joined him. "Come join me in a drink," indicating the table set up with various libations, certainly at least one would appeal to his brother. "It is finally working smoothly, more horses have been added, eight by stables and two by individuals. With ten, I decided to run separate races to bring them up to par with the others. Points and coins."

"Good. We'll see how he does next race after a bit of a rest." He had caught sight of someone heading for the tower but from this distance, he wasn't sure who it was.

Which had him taking a look in that direction as well. One over his shoulder but he didn't recognize the man. Turning the glance back to Gus, "someone you know?" It was noted the man headed for the tower where Patrick was and now within that tower room.

Neale crossed to take up a glass, pouring himself two fingers. The crystal cork was pressed back into place and he turned to Patrick. He tilted his glass in a toast to Patrick. "To say you've done yourself proud is a waste of breath, Brother."

"Aye, that's Neale Frasier." He had recognized the Duke by his walk. "He's head of the Frasier clan, Duke of Falkirk, and Captain of his own ship. "He's my cousin and Patrick's brother."

"Then say, what has been done here, is the pride of our family shared." All had a hand in the making of it possible, even if he technically was running it. Presently. There was a time he traded off with Danny then back. He lifted his glass, pleased with all of it and such in his brother's eyes. Yes, he looked up to his oldest brother. Kicking back what was left in his glass before setting it back to the table. "The third and last Position Race is about to begin if you can stay?" He hoped his brother could, well knowing he was as busy a man as he was now. "The regular race is scheduled for February eighteen." As that was a recent decision so wished to make his brother privy. The notice would be going out soon.

"I've heard of him, good things said although somewhat reclusive." Although there were a few reclusive citizens, sometimes himself for that matter.

Neale nodded toward the window. "Don't hold the race up, Patrick. I'd enjoy watching." Neale crossed to take a place by that window, looking down over the race track and the people gathered below. He watched, and drank, and  looked forward to witnessing Patrick at work. Pride may be one of the seven sins and Neale would be the first to admit to that particular downfall of his. Pride in his family was something he never hid from anyone. He kept the weight of his long, woolen black coat on, however. Though he was staying now, Patrick would recognize Neale would be returning to his duties soon enough.

There were comfortable chairs, and with the room being enclosed with a pot belly stove in the corner, it was cozy. Patrick was without his jacket, cap, scarf and gloves on. He was back over to the announcers podium, quick glance over the last race's lineup before speaking into the megaphone. "From Gate number one on down, we have, Dusky Princess, Trading Chances, Rip Roaring, Gold Dust, Morgan, Dapper Dan, Lace Stockings, Just Dandy, Roxanne and Brandy & Rum."

"Aye, he is though not so much of late. Most of his free time is spent with his wife and children, his siblings and their families, and of course, his extended family now. Meals are extremely lively affairs at the Manor." His attention was back on the horses with Patrick's announcement.

"I've seen it when taking one of my longer rides to see the lands. Impressive. There was a multitude of children outside playing. Are all those his?" There had to be more than a dozen. Except his attention was distracted as the next race was about to begin. "Come on Rip!"

He watched as the flagman waited making sure all were ready before the flag went down... "and they are off!"

He laughed, shaking his head. "No, not all." And that was all he was going to say until the race was over!

"Trading Chances and Brandy are out of the gates nose to nose in taking the lead so far. Roxanne not far behind as well Morgan."

She had heard of Falkirk Downs as being the race course of some of the most beautiful equines in the entire world. This intrigued her very much as horses were like second nature to her. Lifting the shawl higher around slender shoulders Mira made her way along the inner bleaches. Blues scanned her surroundings and, with equal wonder she stepped outside instantly taking note of others. Of course if any happened to look her way she would offer them that timid, genuine smile. Crossing the lawn she moved closer to the base of the track, awaiting the result of the race.

"Roxanne has surged ahead of Trading Chances with Dapper Dan coming up from behind."

"Dapper Dan has now surged ahead of Roxanne with Lace Stocking coming out from behind to mofe ahead not far behind Roxanne."

Neale shifted his stance to lean enough to follow the progress of the horses around.

"Lace Stockings has moved ahead of Dapper Dan with Rip Roaring on her hooves, Dapper Dan on hers." It seemed it was any horse's race as leads were gained and lost. "This is a close race with a few vying to take that win as they come into the last stretch to the finish line."

Davin noticed the woman heading for the bleachers, giving her an upnod with a friendly smile in greeting before he was back to watching the race.

Lips cured into a bright smile as she felt the wind whip around her lithe form by the thunder of the steeds passing her. Whomever may be the victor she would heartily cheer. If only she could be the one on the back of such a magnificent equine. Golden waves uplifted in the wind while various, uneven bands lazily flopped over the brim of her nose and looped underneath her small chin. Out of the corner of her eye she caught someone smiling at her. Head tilted and in his return a smile offered. "They are beautiful aren't they?" Forcing herself out of a day dream.

"The results are in, Lace Stockings has taken the Win, Roxanne to Place and Dapper Dan to Show."

That was quite a race. He let out a low whistle then looked at Davin, eyes moving to the woman who spoke. A polite nod was given.

Marking the results before speaking into the megaphone again. "I hope you have enjoyed your night here at Falkirk Downs. We will be running the regular races on the eighteenth at the usual time."

"Aye, and my stallion did well." He had a promise to be kept. "If you will excuse me." Not to be impolite but he only had so much time before he was needed back to feed the fires of the Lighthouse. He was in a quick step heading for the stables to intercept the jockey leading Rip Roaring back. He would take over, those extra oats and rub down of his coat.

Neale tipped back his drink, finishing it off. Crossing to his brother, he offered a hand. "Patrick, quite the showing."

"Good night, Davin. Thank you again for inviting me to dinner." He watched the young man head for the stables.

Neale's hand was gripped as he stepped away from the podium. His left hand to grip over his brother's forearm. "Let me get my cloak and I'll head back with you to the manor." Neale was gone a lot that he would take the opportunity to spend some time. Possibly a family meeting which were held every so often. Hand released as he was over to collect his cloak and outerwear. His men would see to closing up the race tracks, tracks would be raked as well any other cleanup needed.

He owned one of the horses? She was happy for him, her eyes offered nothing other than warmth as he pointed out his good fortune. "I am very happy for you" Then as he made his leave she stepped back. "Of course. Congratulations."

"I can't think of anything I would enjoy more right now." He nodded to Patrick and waited while his brother collected his things. Once done, these two Frasiers would make their way back to Falkirk. Where warmth was not only found in the hearth, but in the heart.

"The regular race is held next week, on Wednesday, I believe." Gus informed her. "More races and more of a crowd. If you'll excuse me, I need to catch up with my cousins." He smiled as he bowed slightly and made his way to the foot of the tower to wait for them.

Gus would be collected on the way, as well a cordial nod given the woman he was talking with  They would make a brief stop at the stables and congratulate Davin on his stallion's run before continuing up to the manor. Nice night to walk it.

Blues mirrored Fearghus as he spoke to her. "Oh. Thank you so much for letting me know. I will pencil that into my schedule" Oh she was serious. "It was nice meeting you."

-e-

February Falkirk Races

Torches and lanterns were all lit giving off light mostly over the tracks. Enough lighting over the bleachers so all could see. Light snow drifted but without accumulating as the staff was at work with last minute preparations. Stable hands were getting the horses ready for the first race as well those in the subsequent ones. Jockeys were suiting up as all kept an eye on the time. The flagman heading out to the field near the starting gates as well the three judges stationed at the finish line. Patrick was already up in the Tower, probably a few hours at this point. He was going over a request for another Stable to be added and the horses that would come with it. There would probably be others as well that he could run another Position Race next month before the regular one. Jacket was off and hung over the back of his chair as he sat at the desk provided. A filing cabinet next to him within reach if he needed to look up any pertinent information. Room was warm for the pot belly stove that burned wood and coal.

Broch wasn't sure if Gaelle could make it tonight but that didn't deter him from coming as it was becoming a monthly ritual. One he enjoyed, though always better to have one to tease. Gaelle was a delight to tease. He chose his usual spot with extra woolen blankets over the seats for anyone to join him. Fur cloak kept him warm against the drift of snow, light as it was. He also had a basket with hot drinks in containers as well potcheen to offer.

Davin was excited, luckily he got one of the regular guards that patrolled the area of the lighthouse to check on the fire, adding wood as needed. Turned out he was one that had taken care of such when it wasn't occupied, didn't mind at all and was friends with Eric. Rip Roaring had done well in the Position race but now he would be up against ones that had been running the circuit for a few months. He rode in on Duke, one of the work horses at the stables in case he wished to enter the Hometown race. Catching up with Kieran, he joined him in coming tonight. Once dismounted, leaving their horses with others that had come, he caught sight of Broch by himself but with blankets over the seats. A glance given Kieran with a grin to spread, "looks like an invitation to me," as he headed there. "Evening Broch." Taking up one of the seats. Good ones chosen too, he realized for the great view, not too close nor too far.

Kieran hadn't placed any bets but he wanted to watch the horses run. Maybe he would next month. He was riding the horse his sisters had given him when he became a squire, a dappled gray named simply Cloud. Grinning at Davin, he nodded. "Sure does." A nod given to the man as they joined him. "Evening , Broch."

Diane made her way to the track on foot tonight, humming to herself as she swung a basket in hand, blanket in the other. Making time to observe the races was merely a prudent move as owner and trainer of racing horses! Reaching the stands, she was still smiling as she unfolded the blanket to make best use of it, the basket at her feet. Her sister had insisted on seeing her supplied for the evening's event.

"Even'in lads, come join mae." While they were doing just that! "Yea get a t'irst fir somet'ing warm, yea 'elp yesleves." Indicating the large basket. "T'ere bae potc'een as well."

Justin was alone tonight, no little ones tagging along and his wife was with them. He moved through the doors and into the stands. In his hand he held a basket of goodies his wife packed and some treats for the horses later.

Gus was going to do as he had every race, except for the ones that weren't public. He made his way up to the tower and after greeting Patrick, moved to the window to watch. He had escorted Henna again and of course, she joined him.

Broch hailed both Diane and Justin over to join his growing group.

Henna was delighted to be here again and she grinned at Patrick as she and Gus joined him. Even planted a kiss on his cheek before settling to watch. She couldn't stay late tonight but she wouldn't leave until the races were over.

A hand rose to wave to the Frasiers and the lady with them before she playfully eyed Broch. Go over there? Was it safe?

He flashed Broch a grin and moved towards them nodding in greeting to them all before taking his own seat with them, tucking the basket under the seats for later.

She waved in return, smiling delightedly. This time she had placed bets

Patrick stood at the window, watching those that were coming in, waving when seen before he was around and over to the podium. A smile to both Gus and Henna before a tap on the megaphone had his voice carrying loud and clear. "Welcome this night to Falkirk Downs, in a few moments the first race will beginning. Starting at Gate number one on down we have, Trading Chances, Lace Stockings, Morgan, Ash and Stone, Dapper Dan, Cinnamon, Jack, Cream and Sugar, Roxanne, Harvest Gold and Windchaser. The first and third races have eleven running, first and last ten. We have some new horses and so a forth race will be standard, possibly next month there will be five. Keep an eye on theses new ones for they will challenge the ones already in the Circuit." Watching for the flagman as once it was down, "and.. they're off!"

"We have Trading Chances, Cinnamon and Jack neck and neck to take the lead with Morgan not far behind."

Gathering blanket, basket and self, she headed over, but froze, hearing her horse's name. Cinnamon was her baby.

He gave Diane a wink, as much as saying it was safe to join them. With the horses out of the gates, his attention turned there.

Someone was running a little late. Not by much though. She was bundled up as she stepped into the stands, her attention divided between the race in progress and looking for a place to sit.

"We have Jack taking the lead by a nose with Trading Chances close. Windchaser has moved up to third position and it seems Harvest Gold is having difficulties still near the starting gates."

He caught sight of Gaelle as he waved her over to the group collected around him. He'd be hard to miss especially with the grin that was spreading while patting the seat next to him.

"Come on, Cinnamon! Show them your heels!" Giving her horse the encouragement needed, Diane flashed a quick, saucy grin at Broch and planted herself on a bench nearby, wrapping herself in the blanket.

Waving hand spotted, along with the wide grin and she found herself grinning, too. She wove through the stands towards him, sitting on the spot he patted with his hand. "Hello," she greeted quietly.

"Trading Chances and Jack are nose to nose fighting it out for first place, Dapper Dan has come up from behind to take third position with Cinnamon close behind as well Lace Stockings."

"A guid eve tae yea Gaelle, I was 'oping yea could make it," words low as not to disturb the announcements, arm sliding around her shoulders once she settled.

"Yes, I made it. I would have been quite disappointed if I missed this." She leaned against him, getting all nice and warm.

"Evening, Miss Gaelle." Fingers wiggled at Gaelle before she returned her attention to the race, watching Cinnamon's strides critically.

It was hard not to yell though she could only remember one or two of the horses she had bet on. She actually had to place her hands over her mouth so her voice didn't carry over the megaphone.

"Trading Chances as spurted ahead with Jack still in second place. Lace Stockings and Roxanne fighting for third position as they head for the finish line."

"Good evening, Diane." She slanted a wide smile towards her then her own attention was on the races.

"The judges have it with Trading Chances taking the Win, Jack for Place and Roxanne to Show."

Grumping quietly to herself, she made a note to increase Cinnamon's endurance training.

"The second race we have ready at the first gate on down, Golden Lady, Just Dandy, Red Knight, Gold Dust, Dusky Princess, Spartan, Renegade Star, Blacke Magick, RW Blackbird and Drop the Act." His crew out checking the track and racking where necessary as the jockeys and horses waited for the flag to go down. The flagman waited until all were off the tracks before the flag swung up then down, gates opening.. "and they're off!"

Gaelle tugged her cloak around her more, listening to the announcements as she watched the tracks. But she glanced away from there, to look over the stands, curious to see who else was about. When she heard the announcer, she turned back to watch the race. She pursed her lips, dug around for the paper that had the names of her horses.

"We have Blacke Magick ahead by a nose with Drop the Act close, Renegade Star and Just Dandy not far behind."

"Blacke Magic and Just Dandy are nose to nose for the lead with Renegade Star close behind."

He was enjoying watching the horses run. Occasionally, a glance would be taken over his shoulders, just to watch reactions.

"Renegade Star has taken the lead by a nose with Blacke Magick and Golden Lady vying for second. Red Knight is not far behind for a possible upset."

Gripping her thumbs, she leaned forward to watch.

She hunkered over a little bit, just in an effort to keep herself warm. She watched the race intently, chewing on her lower lip.

"Renegade Star has taken a good lead but this is a close race for second and third place. Blacke Magic in second with RW Blackbird coming up from behind as they head for the finish line."

Davin's focus was glued to the track. Not a word from him even if his horse wasn't racing in this one.

"Renegade Star has taken the Win, with Drop the Act to come up from behind to Place, RW Blackbird to Show."

She smiled to herself, nodding slightly as she straightened up to tuck herself back against Broch.

Which had him chuckle. He had bid but any winnings were being donated to the Orphanage. A rub of a gloved thumb went against her cheek before focus was back on the race tracks.

Twice now. Diane was far from pleased with her stock, frowning at the results.

She grinned up to him for the chuckle and tipped him a sassy little wink for the touch against her cheek. She didn't say a word though, and she turned her focus back on the races.

"Our third race is about to begin." As the men once more were checking the tracks as the jockeys got the horses in place. "From Gate One on down we have, Smoky Trails, Hunting Demons, Altair, Rag Doll, Brandy and Rum,  Blue Lightning, Legacy and Lace, Casey, Ala' al Din, Rip Roaring and Black Rose."

After watching the races thus far very intently he would lean forward and take out his basket and dig out the ale and cheese.

As Rip Roaring was announced he gave a shrill whistle as he gained his feet, free arm waving before seated again. No, he wasn't excited.

Patrick was watching the flagman but noted Davin jump up, chuckling before focus was back where it should be. Once the flag was down, "and they're off!"

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Davin yelled, then laughed and turned to watch the race.

"We have Altair and Rag Doll nose to nose in the lead with Legacy and Lace close behind."

"Legacy & Lace spurts ahead to take the lead with Rag Doll and Hunting Demons nose to nose for second. Altair and Blue Lightning not far behind."

She was grinning wide as she watched, every now and again glancing over the crowd, at least those near her to see their reactions.

"Legacy and Lace is keeping her lead with Altair and Blue Lightning not far behind."

"Altair has passed out Legacy & Lace with Rag Doll keeping third position. Blue Lightning falling behind as passed out by Brandy and Rum as they head for the finish line."

Warm gaze tipped down to the paper in her hand from the track. She tilted her head faintly, reading over the names then lifted her eyes to watch the race.

"We have Legacy & Lace taking the Win with Brandy and Rum to Place, Rag Doll to Show."

He cleared his throat as Rip came in last. He would need to talk to him like last time.

She'd definitely have to have Brogan have a word with Blue!

"For the Fourth and last Registered race, we have from Gate number One down, Blackmoor's Sage, Court Jester, Justified Silver, Gypsy Prince, Phantom Flame, Silent Thunder, Bayda Farasha, Wrong Turn, Shooting Star and Shaya." Once more waiting on the flagman who waited on the team cleaning up the tracks as needed. Seeing the flag go up then swing down.. "and they're off!"

"We have Justified Silver taking the lead with Phantom Flame and Court Jester not far behind."

All horses had good and bad days, just like people. He clapped a hand to Davin's shoulder briefly then turned to watch the next race.

"Phantom Flame has surged ahead with Gypsy Prince and Justified Silver not far behind."

Position Races

Patrick was up in the tower getting ready for the time approaching the horses would be racing. Eight races this night would be the most they had done in one evening. Position races that would have all new horses caught up with the others in the circuit before the monthly race in a couple of weeks.

Brogan had said he'd be here this night, and here he was in the tower with his cousin going over the listings and names. He was attired warmly as he would be down to the bleachers once the races began. In the interim, he was keeping Patrick company, idle conversation sparse for he'd not interrupt in what needed to be done.

Since Mel was bringing in several horses, she was at the track. She settled in the stands, feeling just a touch nervous. Three of the horses would belong to her brothers when they returned. She was dressed warmly but truth be told, she barely noticed the weather or the breeze that teased her hair.

Patrick took up the megaphone once he noticed Fred out on the field with the red flag in ready. The horses for the first race getting settled in the gates. He gave the megaphone a tap, clearing his throat. "Welcome everyone this night to Falkirk Downs in our Position Races. Starting off at gate number one on down is Black Satin, Fairuzhd, Flickering Steel, Sun and Shadow, Royal Pride, Silken Steel, Black Nymph, Drifting Sands and Fandango. We will be starting soon." It was at this point that Fred gave a glance to the Tower before the flag he held lifted then down. In that second the gates opened as the horses surged forward. "And.. they're off! Black Satin has gained a lead with Royal Pride and Silken Steel not far behind. It seems Fandango is having a little trouble getting out of the gate and going."

Once Patrick made the announcement, he gave a quick grasp of his shoulder before heading out and down to the rail, deciding to watch from there instead of the bleachers. Being not the monthly race, there were not as many here and so wasn't crowded at the rail. He gave a wave to Melantha, noticing her there.

She caught Brogan's wave and waved in returned and then the races began. Leaning forward, she watched, quite interested now.

Chandra was running a little late but she made it in time to watch the first race. She joined her niece in the stands, wrapping her cloak around herself as she sat.

"Fairuzhd has caught up with Black Satin, going nose to nose in the lead. Flickering Steel close behind then Sun and Shadow."

"Flickering Steel has surged ahead of Black Satin with Drifting Sands and Fairuzhd not far behind."

"Flickering Steel is keeping the lead with Black Satin not far behind. Drifting Sands then Fairuzhd with the others lagging behind as we come into the last stretch to the finish line."

"Black Satin surges ahead to take the Win. Drifting Sands came up to Place and Fairuzhd to Show by a nose."

It was a tough race as horses seemed to trade places throughout. Deciding for some company he ventured up the bleachers to take a spot near Melantha and Chandra. "I see one of yours came in.." giving them a smile  as he settled in.

"In the next race starting at Gate number one on down, we have: Cleary's Pretty Milkmaid, Seanchai, Shadow's Steel, Drifting Sands, Black Nymph, Song of Eire, Skye's Epic Outlaw, PaddyBlack and Caramel Dawn." Watching as Fred waited for the men to make sure the tracks were clear before the red flag swung up then down. "And.. they're off! Caramel Dawn has taken the lead with Drifting Sands close behind. Not far behind Sands Outlaw and PaddyBlack are nose to nose."

"Aye, and did well." She grinned at Brogan. I couldn't wait to watch so came down tonight."

"Drifting Sands has pulled ahead with Shadow's Steel close behind as well Outlaw and PaddyBlack."

"Outlaw has taken the lead with PaddyBlack close behind. Following close are Drifting Sands and Caramel Dawn."

"PaddyBlack has pulled ahead with Caramel Dawn coming up behind. Outlaw dropping behind Caramel. Shadow's Steel next behind as they come into the final stretch to the finish line."

"Outlaw got his wind back as he surged to the finish line to take the Win. PaddyBlack Placing with Caramel Dawn to Show."

"Our third race, starting at Gate One on Down, we have: Steel's Price, Song of Eire, Silken Steel, Seanchai, White Sands, Black Satin, Royal Pride, Shadow's Steel and Flickering Steel." Once the crew were off the tracks and the jockeys ready at the gate, Fred swung the red flag up and down. "And.. they're off! We have Black Satin leading the start with Shadow's Steel close behind as well Royal Pride and Silken Steel going nose to nose."

"I don't blame you. Mine isn't racing but I came in support of those I know who have ones here tonight."

She wrinkled her nose, and shook her head. "Didn't do so well that race, but we'll do better." The horses had to get used to the track and their new home. "That was grand of you, Brogan." She grinned at him then watched again.

"Indeed, very nice of you." She chuckled. "They do seem to like running though, whether they're first or last."

"Black Satin is keeping the lead with Seanchai coming up from behind into second place, Steel's Price and Shadow's Steel next in line."

"Seanchai has pulled into the lead with Shadow's Steel not far behind. Black Satin has dropped back to third position."

She stood up, letting out a yell! "Keep going, Seanchai, lad!"

"Seanchai is keeping the lead with Shadow's Steel in second place, Silken Steel has moved up to third with a few nose to nose behind the three as they head for the finish line."

"Seanchai has taken the Win with Shadow's Steel to Place. Song of Eire has come up from behind to Show."

Brogan and Chandra both got hugs. She was quite happy with this race!

He was always willing for a hug as he gave one right back. Settling then with a grin as he waited for the next race to begin.

She laughed as she returned the hug, glad to see Mel enjoying herself.

"For our fourth race tonight, we have starting at Gate One on down: White Sands, Skye's Epic Outlaw, Fandango, Fairuzhd, Cleary's Pretty Milkmaid, Steel's Price, Cleary's Caramel Dawn, Sun and Shadow and PaddyBlack." Watching as the men cleared the field and Fred giving the signal with the red flag sweeping down. "And they're off... We have Caramel surging ahead with Sun and Shadow not far behind as well Outlaw and PaddyBlack."

"Caramel has surged ahead leaving Sun & Shadow nose to nose with PaddyBlack, Fandango very close behind."

"Caramel is keeping the lead with Sun & Shadow behind. Next we have Steel's Price nose to nose with PaddyBlack, Fandango almost the same."

"Caramel is keeping the lead still with Sun & Shadow nose to nose with PaddyBlack for second spot. Steel's Price still in this race and possibly Fandango as they head for the finish line."

"The judges have made their decisions in this close race, Cleary's Caramel Dawn taking the Win with PaddyBlack Placing and Sun & Shadow to Show."

March Registered and Hometown Races

Patrick was in the tower making sure all papers were in order as he tapped the megaphone. Gates were open as ones filtered in. "Welcome this night to Falkirk Downs. We will be having six registered races and the Hometown as usual after the completion of the others. The stand is open with hot food and drinks if anyone is interested. We shall be starting shortly."

Brogan was in the tower with Patrick for a time until it was getting near when the races would start and so headed down to the bleachers where he could choose a seat with a good view of the tracks. Not too close nor far.

Broch was already in the bleachers with blankets spread over the wooden slats to make them more comfortable and invitation for those coming in to join him.

Just arrived, and after she had Buttercup settled, taken care of, she swept back and turned to ease in through the gates to prowl through the seats. Her hair was down and long, chocolate brown full of waves and loose curls. She tipped a glance over the ones already settled in, perhaps searching for a certain face. And she found him. With a cheeky grin, she headed Broch's way to settle down next to him.

Bullying Roseann into coming with her to the races hadn't taken much. Diane just had to promise not to embarrass her, not to do anything to annoy Brogan, pack a basket with flasks of hot tea and some of Sassy's cookies, grab a blanket... the list went on. Allowing her twin to force her into clean riding gear, the dark hair was neatly braided and tied off with a ribbon as she led Sacristan towards the stands for the hometown race. Nothing under heaven and earth persuaded Rose to ride, however. "Come on, Rosie... it'll be fun. I promise."

In that case, he headed over to where Broch was, leaving room between of course. "Evening Broch, Gaelle," grin growing a bit before getting out his slip with the horses he bet on.

"Good evening," she said, flashing a smile up to Brogan, and another to Broch. She'll try to be on her best behavior, honest.

Gus was in his usual spot, at the fence, arms resting on the top rail where he could watch and then slip out once the races were over.

"Guid eve tae yea Gaelle and o' yea Brogan." Sliding an arm around Gaelle in a quick hug said more than any words.

She followed after Diane with a long-suffering sigh bourne of patience with her sister, picking up her hems so as to not drag along. The basket was carried in her free hand, reaching for the rail to start up and find a seat. "Aye, so you say. I'm here, am I not?"

"I've missed you." She admitted when she leaned into Broch's hug, which was returned, one armed, just like his has been. She grinned as she straightened.

Gerrard had offered to escort Concessa to the races, and had made his way to the Manor in plenty of time. It was a distance to the races. Mel and Chandra were unable to come so they'd be representing the stables. "Looks like we're in time." He had been worried they'd be late.

"Aye," she mimicked, "you are. Let me tie Sacristan off and I'll be right up. Pick where you want to sit, but make sure we can see the track." That said, Diane went to hand her horse off, muttering to herself not to give in to wagering with the Frasier males this time.

"To be sure as I will." To the stairs and up went Roseann, stopping a moment for the sight of so many already present ere she continued on, climbing to a pair of seats with a fair view. She took out the blanket for spreading, the flask of tea and the sweets for enjoying, leaving plenty room for Diane.

"Yes it has," she was on the quiet side as she noticed all the others, giving a smile if she happened to make eye contact. Wool cloak worn would keep her warm though it wasn't as cold a night, thankfully.

Brogan was watching as Diane and Roseann made their way in. A slow smile lifting as well a hand in wave ending in a gesture that they come join him, Broch and Gaelle. Gus too unless he wanted to stay at the fence.

He smiled as he escorted her up to the stands, nodding at anyone who looked their way. He had brought a blanket for them to sit on. "I didn't realize it was a bit of a party." Chuckling at the spread the others had.

Words lowered as he waved to the two Cleary sisters as well Gerrard and the lass he was with. "Aye, we s'all speak later o' anot'er time soon. Yea 'ave been missed."

Coming up, she caught sight of Brogan's wave and returned it with one of her own, holding up a finger to indicate she'd be there if Rose agreed. Going to her sister, she spoke in a low tone. "We can sit with the others if you want, Rose... it'd be good for you to meet them."

Gaelle lifted her hand to wave to the Clearys, tipping up a smile. She nodded when she heard Broch, then her attention tipped down to the tracks. Teeth gently bit down on her lower lip, before she went to digging for that slip of paper. It was somewhere.

After a moment, he pushed off the fence, and wandered up to join the others. "Evening." Giving a nod to everyone in general.

"Evening." She said with a smile to others as they joined the small group. Paper found, she glanced over it, her eyes squinting.

"Aye, well enough. Help me, then?" She started to clear away the blanket and aught else that they might see to sitting amongst the others. A bit of a smile tugged her lips to Brogan and to Fearghus, the two as she knew best.

Watching for the flagman as the jockeys were getting ready at the gates. "For our first race, starting at Gate One on down, we have, Silent Thunder, Altair, Cinnamon, Hunting Demons, RW Blackbird, Bayda Farasha, Drifting Sands, Harvest Gold, Golden Lady and Black Rose."

He had forgotten his for all he had been doing of late but then, if he won, it was donated to the Orphanage.

"Of course. Your horse is in this race, Rosie." Jumbling everything together in the blanket, Diane trundled it down to sit just behind the main group, straightening it back out so the two could sit and watch. A quick wave acknowledged Patrick too.

"Good evening Diane, Roseann, have you met the others?" Knowing they knew Gus as he introduced the others, "this is Gaelle Thorpe and Broch Cunningham." They may have met his brothers.

A dark glance tipped offside to Broch, then she smiled when she heard the introduction. She knew Diane. "Evening." Little wiggle of fingers to the two.

"Guid tae meet yea Diane, Roseann. I bae know'in yea brot'er Allan and o' Victor. Mic'ael tae." Offhand as he figured they were all related.

"Evening, ladies. That gent there is Gerrard MacShire. I haven't met the lady as of yet." He figured he should do a little introducing himself since he had met Gerrard previously.

Patrick was standing in front of the glass panels, wall height, as he waved to the group, acknowledging Diane with her wave as well. Smile was there before the Flagman was read. As it went down, "and they're off!"

"Evening everyone. This is Concessa Quinn, Melantha's sister." He was picking up names here and there.

"Hello, Gaelle, Broch." The silver-blue eyes rested on Brogan for a moment. "Brogan," then shifted to Gerrard and Concessa. They looked familiar, she thought. "Good evening."

"We have Bayda pulling into the lead with Cinnamon and Golden Lady close behind. It seems RW Blackbird and Harvest Gold are having a little difficulty getting started from the gates."

"Good evening, Concessa. I'm Gaelle." She smiled to her, then her attention flickered down to watch the race.

There was a touch of pink against her cheeks as they were introduced, "good evening. Very nice to meet you all." And hopefully she would remember the names. The start of the race caught her attention, there quick and back. "Nice to meet you Gaelle." Staying close to Gerrard as she felt out of her element presently. She knew in time that would pass.

"Aye, it's a pleasure be known to you all." Not so comfortable in the company of others as Diane was, her smile was shy but warm, taking seat beside her twin. "Is not Cinnamon one of yours as well?"

So was Thunder. He chuckled as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Evening, Concessa and welcome to the realms." Not sure if she had just arrived but ... well, there it was.

"Bayda has dropped behind a few, Golden Lady taking the lead with Hunting Demons coming up from behind while Cinnamon still determined to get that lead."

"Yes, she is." Nodding at her sister, Diane remembered her manners and tore her gaze from the race to smile in a more friendly manner at Concessa. "We don't bite, I promise. Oh, and if anyone wants them, we brought cookies. Aunt Sassy's fin... come on, Cinnamon!"  ...Oops.

She grinned when she heard Diane, even a quiet laugh trickled from her mouth. She leaned forward as she watched the horses race on.

"Golden Lady is keeping her lead with Cinnamon not far behind. Drifting Sands and Bayda leading the others behind the two."

"Thank you Gus," deciding to say their names to help her remember. "Diane, Roseann, Broch, Brogan." Taking a seat as focus turned on the horses. This was exciting as such a glance was given Gerrard, certainly pleased he offered to escort her here. A smile for Diane's friendly comment.

Roseann sighed, shaking her head. Sure and Diane could not help herself in the excitement of the races. Picking up the box of cookies, she offered them round to be friendly.

When the box passed her way, she took up one of the cookies with a smile flashing to Roseann. "Thank you."

"I hope you both enter the Hometown races later. Should be able to get in some bets." Maybe. Recalling a conversation with Roseann as a hand lifted to run against the back of his neck a moment.

He winked at Concessa then chuckled as he watched. A cookie was also accepted once the box came his way and he offered it to Concessa. "Thank you."

Gus shook his head at the offer of a cookie with an easy smile then he glanced toward Brogan. Just a quick grin before his mind was back on the race.

"Cinnamon has passed out Golden Lady to take the lead, Bayda moving up to second with Golden Lady falling back to third. Hunting Demons and Drifting Sands could prove an upset still as they head for the finish line."

Roseann always was such a lady. It was a point of pride to Diane, but... she was distracted, leaning forward to encourage her Cinnamon on.

"Bayda manages to pass out Cinnamon to take the Win, Cinnamon taking Place and Hunting Demons managing to take Show."

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"I have not a horse but my sister has the Royal Stables." Quietly but then Diane was near as the race caught her attention again. She didn't know all the horses names yet.

"Aye?" Lifting a brow with a growing grin. "Yea bae tell'in mae t'en o' surprising mae?"

"Hmm." Thinking that over, she turned her attention to Broch, squinting her eyes. "I'll surprise you." Grin!

"Did you place any bets Diane? Roseann?" Looking between them. He wasn't sure how he was doing as he was more watching the races than checking his list.

"I did." Glancing over her shoulder at Brogan, she nodded. "I don't know if Rose did."

"For Race number Five we have starting at Gate One on down: Shooting Star, Jack, Black Nymph, Ash and Stone, Wrong Turn, Cleary's Pretty Milkmaid, Windchaser, Seanchai, White Sands and Rag Doll." Watching the flagman give the signal once all was ready, "and they're off!"

"We have White Sands pulling into the lead from the gates. Black Nymph and Windchaser nose to nose behind, Seanchai close behind them."

"Your horses are doing well, Diane." He grinned at her. "I know, I know." He held up his hands as if to ward her off. "They could do better."

"Black Nymph has pulled into the lead with Windchaser close behind. Jack, White Sands then Ash and Stone."

"I hope you are doing better than me in betting." Giving her a wink as he was also watching this next race. Hard to tell who would come up from behind to take the win when all said and done.

"I'm doing fair, between my own horses and some of the others." She smiled faintly at him. "Are you not having a good month?"

"I bae t'inking I'll bae lik'in t'is surprise." Giving her a wink right back as the grin remained.

She snickered quietly. The ribbon was toyed with while she watched the race.

"No. Thunder didn't place." He chuckled and gave a slight shrug. "I don't know how well I'm doing in betting. I forgot my slip but I like watching them run."

"Windchaser has taken the lead with Black Nymph in second place, Jack coming up from behind to third, Rag Doll then Shooting Star."

Her mouth formed into a little circle. She leaned forward, definitely watching the race now.

"Windchaser is keeping the lead, Black Nymph then Jack. Shooting Star and Rag Doll of which either could come up from behind as they head for the finish line."

"Windchaser takes the Win, Jack to Place and Black Nymph to Show."

She smiled, leaning back again. The ribbon unwound from her arm, she shoved it all away, into hiding for now.

"Race Number Six, our last before the Hometown, has starting at Gate One on down: Cleary's Caramel Dawn, Legacy and Lace, Royal Pride, Phantom Flame, Lace Stockings, Ala' al Din, Blue Lightning, Trading Chances, Sun and Shadow, and Cream N Sugar." Waiting for the Flagman on the signal once the track were cleared. "And they're off! They all have a good start with Lace Stockings out in the lead. Legacy and Lace, Phantom Flame and Caramel Dawn all close behind."

"Caramel has pulled into the lead with Phantom Flame close behind. Lace Stockings, Legacy and Lace heading the others. Caramel is keeping the lead with Phantom Flame still close behind. Lace Stockings and Cream and Sugar nose to nose ahead of the others."

She looked over the paper that rested on her thigh. Once, twice, then after names were tucked to memory, she folded the paper and tucked it away. Eyes on the race.

"Aye, and t'e loser gets tae put it on them.." Either way no one lost but that was how they betted. He was down to get Hercules, escorting Gaelle with him. "Of us two 'n t'e race." Not so much who won the race overall.

Since Rose had... disappeared, she went after Sacristan, determined to give it another shot.

She started down to the flag man, snickering. Giving her name, and Buttercup's, she collected her horse and was quick to hop onto the mare's back. "That's fair. You have a bet, Broch." Tipping him a wink.

"Perhaps you will place a bet with me, Diane. A batch of cookies if I win?" He had enjoyed the one.

Stopping, she peered up at him. "Are you racing?"

He was down to borrow Prancer. "Aye, I thought I'd give it a try."

"Hmmm. Everyone is betting. Should we?" He chuckled as he listened.

"Hmm..." Tapping a finger thoughtfully on her chin, her eyes glinted at him. "A batch of cookies for a batch of cookies. But if I win, I want to watch."

"A deal. You wish to witness a disaster in progress." Giving her a wink as he was up in the saddle. Prancer was easy to handle as he was shown to a gate.

She led Buttercup into the proper gate, where she waited, silently.

"You might win, Brogan, so we'll see." Grinning back, she settled in her saddle.

Once everyone was ready and he given the signal, the gates opened up, "and they're off! We have Broch and Gaelle," deciding to use their names instead of the horses for this race, "nose to nose in the lead, Concessa not far behind, then Brogan, Gerrard and Diane." He was trying not to laugh.

He blinked and looked at Patrick, then did laugh!

He was leaning forward, "I want t'at ribbon, I want t'at ribbon.." chant with a look aside as Gaelle was really trying to pull ahead.

She grinned, slanting a look aside her to Broch, to wave, since they were right next to each other.

Well, Shadow wasn't exactly running in the wrong direction. He laughed and tried to coax him forward.

"Whooooooooooooooooah," surprised sound as she was hanging on as Little Lady surged ahead. Wind tossed the length of her hair about and into her face as she tried to lean forward.

"You really want me to win Diane so we both survive a batch of cookies." Calling over his shoulder as she was not that far behind him.

"Gaelle wants to win as she has pulled ahead of Broch, Concessa moving up to second with Broch and Diane nose to nose. Gaelle might get jealous!" He couldn't help it. Really. "Gerrard next with Brogan taking up the end."

She leaned forward, cracking up laughing as she listened to Patrick. Her heels dug into Buttercup's flanks and she leaned forward, tilting closer to the mare's neck. "C'mon, Sweetstuff."

"Gaelle is keeping her lead as well Concessa right behind her. Broch is no longer rubbing noses with Diane as he moved ahead, Brogan has passed out both Diane and Gerrard, who the latter is now taking up the rear."

He was planning the dinner from start to finish. Maybe he could bribe his Da, Tara and Autumn to take an overnight trip so he could clean up the kitchen before they got back.

"Aye, I got me t'e view!" Being two ladies were in front of him leaning forward. He was NOT complaining.

"Broch Cunningham don't make me turn this horse around!" What.

Oh, this was not going to happen. Bending low over Sacristan's neck, she murmured encouragement.

She was holding on for dear life. It had been some time since she rode like this, racing no less. Laughter started up as she was really enjoying it.

"Catch me if you can, Diane..." taunting in a tease.

"Gaelle is still in the lead with Concessa next in line. The others are moving up but seem to exchange places often. Brogan with Diane, Diane with Brogan, Brogan at the tail end as Gerrard rubs noses with Diane."

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She was rubbing noses with a lot of people. Thank goodness Rose wasn't around to see it!

They could hear the laughing as much as he tried to muffle it. "Who will end up on top and who will end up on bottom as they head for the finish line."

She managed to spare a flat look for Patrick before nudging her heels into her horse's flanks. Cookies were on the line here.

"Gaelle takes the Win, Concessa to Place, Gerrard and Diane to Show. They will each get the third prize of a bed size quilt. Gaelle wins the Phaeton Carriage and Concessa a Puppy to choose." At least he left out.. instead of sharing the one! "Congratulations to all who not only came tonight but participated. I shall see you again in a month." Which he could finally sit down for a few and have a drink before he and Gus would head out.

Good thinking.

Shadow had moved forward at the last, and he chuckled as he patted the horse's neck. "Good job, Shadow." Thank you for that, Patrick!

She hadn't expected to win! Not first place. She laughed as she slowed the mare to a prancing gait, then finally a walk.

"And I owe you dinner, Concessa." Hmmmm. Maybe seafood?

"That sounds great. Whatever you feel comfortable cooking." She was thrilled and couldn't wait to tell Mel, Gemma and Chandra. She would get to have a puppy too.

And maybe some food? Gus would be glad to retrieve it for him.

"Cookies al' la' charcoal.." teasing as he walked Prancer to cool him down.

"You're not allergic to anything?" That would be a disaster.

"No. Where will we have this dinner?" She might need a chaperone.

Easing Sacristan into a cooling walk, she let her eyes glint down at him. "I can just see you in the most adorable apron, Brogan."

They may have three. "At my home, if that's all right." Or at least Autumn.

"Don't forget the chef's hat or... one or the other?" Apron would probably be needed, full armor possibly!

"Both, certainly." She grinned, swinging down from the saddle.

"If Chandra doesn't mind." Being she was sort of in charge of such being the oldest at the Manor of family.

He squinted an eye at Gaelle as he finally dismounted. Letting go of the reins as Hercules would stay close but moved away a pace. Nothing said as he lifted his arms out in wait. Grin was there too.

"I can have my sister chaperone, if that makes her more comfortable." He dismounted and was over to give her a hand down.

"I will let her know then let you know. Something can be worked out." Giving a shy smile but certainly genuine as she dismounted with his help.

She was watching Broch, Buttercup pulled to a stop. She turned slowly, then slid from the saddle to bounce, right into his arms. She smiled up to him, then dug into her cloak. That long strand of ribbon was pulled free, carefully, but she didn't simply pass it off to him. No, she had to be cute about it all. She loosely, very loosely wrapped it around his neck. So loose that it looked like he was wearing blue ribbon necklaces. She snickered.

"Perhaps before the week is out or by the weekend, beginning of next week at the latest?" That gave some days to work with that would be convenient to her. "There is a kitchen at the Casino, so daytime when it's not open unless at the Thistle if I can convince Hazel to let me use it." That would be iffy but he would put on his best charm.

"Whenever you're feeling domestic is fine with me. Your schedule isn't as flexible as mine." Patting Sacristan's flank, Diane was satisfied. At least she hadn't lost the wager this time.

The loser got to put the ribbon on the other if he remembered correctly so he pulled on the end, slowly like he was stripping. Weaving it around above his head, then in circles off to the side as he moved closer, moving it around her as the breeze helped in the effect before he was winding it through her hair, round and round, having parts sticking out here and there in small pony tails. Like a fountain spouting.

"What kind of cookies do you like best?" Being he never made any, might as well burn the ones preferred!

"Even if I do it at the Manor." He grinned at her. "Just so no one minds me being in the kitchen."

Of course, she couldn't see what her hair looked like by the time he was finished. Though she didn't stop him. Her brows arched and she appeared rather amused. Her head tipped and she cocked out her hips, striking a sassy pose. "Well, how do I look?"

"Grand, like a fountain nymp'," as he leaned in to pluck a kiss to her lips, then stepped back. Grin was growing, "yea look guid 'n blue."

She smiled for the kiss, after it had connected to her lips. "Perhaps I should buy more blue things, then?" Her brows waggled, suggestively.

Impish eyes twinkled at him. "Charcoal?"

"Now, yea bae tell'in mae w'at ye originally 'ad 'n mind fer it?" Coming closer as laughter glinted in burnished green eyes.

"Now, that I can make!" Laughing as one never knew, not even him until he tried his hand at baking cookies. Maybe there were instructions he could get to follow.

He led Shadow over to the surrey and tied him then returned. "Are you ready to head back?" It was a distance back but he had blankets for their legs. "You'll be able to pick out a puppy at the kennels." That would be fun for her.

"Ah, I'm pretty sure you can guess, what with the ongoing joke about all of the kilts." She grinned up to him, standing her ground as he moved in closer.

"Well, if needed you can do it at our Manor. Whichever would be best suited." She couldn't hide the smile listening to the others teasing each other.

"Ye bae t'inking I bae a 'orse?" For certainly the length of the ribbon. He threw his head back briefly in a quick laugh as he drew her into his arms next.

"Would you like me to tell you how to do it?" She watched his face, seeing the expressions pass over it.

"You were the one saying somethin' about a bastard sword." She murmured. Okay, so, that did make her blush. She nuzzled in close to him.

"Aye, I could use a little help if that is not cheating." He knew she could bake cookies and it would be preferable if most of them could be eaten!

"Aye," wrapping her up into his arms easily. "It is long enoug' tae bae a blue ribbon sheat'." Dipping his chin with a wink and enjoying that blush.

"You'd be doing the work. I'm just... offering helpful advice." Looping Sacristan's reins over her arm, Diane nodded to him.

"First we'll see what Chandra says."" He chuckled and looked at the others then offered his arm. "Shall we?"

Her eyes widened only faintly. "At least I tried to stroke your ego there. I could've brought a piece of ribbon like this long." She lifted her hand, all fingers curled except for her index finger and thumb, where a rather short gap of space was inserted between them.

Which had him lifting a brow as that glint was there. "T'en I bae 'iding it and yea could gae find out w'ere it bae." Slow grin rising with a wink added.

She cracked up laughing, her cheeks quite red. She leaned up to blot a kiss to the line of his jaw, then glanced to around them.

Which had him run a thumb over her cheek like one shinned an apple. "T'at bae yea color." Hand moving to cup her cheek as he dipped enough to catch the tail end of that kiss to his lips. It was quick, so as not to embarrass any of the others. Especially since he suspected Concessa was young. "I 'ave missed yea," and their usual bantering.

She would've commented, but he was kissing her. So she held off. She smiled up to him, deciding to break away from the teasing, just for a moment. "I have missed you. Greatly."

"Yes, please, it is getting late. Chandra will probably be waiting up as well my sisters. You will get to meet them. We can ask her tonight."

"Aye, I'll do the messy part." Which he was starting to look forwardto being he never made cookies before. "Can I see you home?" He would escort her being Roseann took off earlier. He hoped she was all right.

"If you'd be so kind." She smiled at the offer, though she was more than ready to go, concerned about Rose.

"Good, since we didn't have time earlier. Good night, everyone. It was good to meet you all."

"Good night," she offered to those leaving. Her hand lifted in a wave.

Smile came softly upon the others as dark eyes turned there. "I really enjoyed this night, meeting you all and sharing it with you." She was grateful.

"It was a pleasure s'aring it wit' yea Concessa," being it was time to go so they could get the place closed up. Arm around Gaelle as he gave a whistle for Hercules to follow. They would walk a little before riding the rest of the way back. "Guid nig't tae yea all, stay safe a' warm."

"It was very nice to meet you, Concessa." She was smiling, and leaning against Broch, her arms around him. She sort of rocked from side to side, a brief dance before she turned to walk beside him. And Buttercup, the flirt, marched up right behind Hercules, then to his side. Tail slash!

Prancer was taken back to the stables as he offered the bend of his arm. It wasn't far to walk from here and he would enjoy the company while keeping hers. "Good night everyone. I enjoyed the night as well. Maybe see you all next month."

"Good night to you all." He led her off to the surrey, making sure she was comfortable before lighting the lanterns and heading off into the night.

"Good night, and good luck next month!" Taking his arm with one and keeping Sacristan in the other, she was prepared to be left off.

Hercules and Buttercup were old friends as she got a swish of tail right back before a nip.

She snorted in response! Silly mare.

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