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Aaaand that concludes the Lights on the Beach XDD And I've got some moomoos for you all in a wonderful collab with SilvesterVitale <3 Originally going to be a one-panel thing but then we were undecisive on which layout to go for and was like, hmmmm...both LMAO And look at these two, a grump and a precious XD One might say, Inga is projecting a bit, just a tad

I hope you all enjoy!

And go read August's POV and show Sil's post some love <3

Extra for: Lights on the Beach 2023 | CLOSED
Classes: Halter
Main Entry: - A Handful - LOTB Halter

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Inga had been lurking around the arenas, watching the different classes on the next day of the event. The Western ones piqued her interest especially, and she would have paid more attention to them if it wasn’t for her mind being elsewhere; on the interaction from the day before. The guy, she had argued with, still had a sour hold on her mood. Additionally, something about the second guy still puzzled her. Her own senses had picked up on something. It was like…some sort of weird feeling, maybe akin to intuition in a way. But also not quite intuition. She couldn’t seem to put a finger on it, and Agni had behaved out of the ordinary with him, which puzzled her even more.
Whatever it was, she had never felt that particular way before, as far as she could remember. And likely, she would never meet him again and get to the bottom of it. Even so, she kept gruelling over it now that she had found her way to the cattle pen a little ways away from the fair for some alone time. She had heard, the cattle were there for the cutting class and wanted to see them in their unpainted form. They must have sensed her foul mood, considering they were completely avoiding getting anywhere near her. It definitely didn’t help her mood, quite the opposite. She had concealed Agni so the canine didn’t scare them and had even tried to make herself smaller by crouching down. Despite her efforts, she was apparently enough of a scare on her own to keep them away. Just typical. She ultimately settled on just watching them silently in the dark.
Suddenly, she heard someone approach and glanced back to see a man coming to the cattle pen. She narrowed her eyes at him and tensed up a bit, expecting him to notice her. Only, he didn’t. He was entirely focused on the cows and didn’t seem to notice her standing there in the dark. She watched him silently and tried to not make her presence known. Hopefully, there could still be silence and he would leave soon. However, when he reached the fence he started… baby-talking to them? She wasn’t quite sure, since he was mumbling quietly. He reached a hand out to them, and to Inga’s surprise, a few of them walked curiously towards him including a red one that was almost the same colour as the man’s hair. It continued approaching as he crouched down, still mumbling to them while looking utterly doe-eyed. Inga rolled her eyes and scoffed inwardly at what she was bearing witness to. Her side-eye almost said it all.
“You know...they don't speak English...or whatever language you are speaking,” She remarked sourly. He finally noticed her then and stopped his mumbling.
“Wow, you must have very long toes for me to have stepped on them from over here,” He responded.
“Well...I was enjoying the quiet before you showed up,” She scoffed. This was ridiculous. She was very done with not quite getting her alone time the times she sought it. She should have known better considering this was a fair event after all. However, that didn’t stop her from feeling grumpy about it.
“Well enjoy your quiet,” He muttered as he stood up to leave. She rolled her eyes.
“No, by all means, let me go instead,” She retorted and turned around to leave as well. Not her proudest moment, but she would have been too stubborn to admit that. Instead, she made her way towards the arenas again.

Word count: 598

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Inga and the moomoos, their sketches and flats, and the backgrounds by me

August, his sketch and flats, and everyone's lines and shading by SilvesterVitale

Description
Aaaand that concludes the Lights on the Beach XDD And I've got some moomoos for you all in a wonderful collab with SilvesterVitale <3 Originally going to be a one-panel thing but then we were undecisive on which layout to go for and was like, hmmmm...both LMAO And look at these two, a grump and a precious XD One might say, Inga is projecting a bit, just a tad

I hope you all enjoy!

And go read August's POV and show Sil's post some love <3

Extra for: Lights on the Beach 2023 | CLOSED
Classes: Halter
Main Entry: - A Handful - LOTB Halter

Story:
__________________________________________________________________________

Start | Previous | Next

Inga had been lurking around the arenas, watching the different classes on the next day of the event. The Western ones piqued her interest especially, and she would have paid more attention to them if it wasn’t for her mind being elsewhere; on the interaction from the day before. The guy, she had argued with, still had a sour hold on her mood. Additionally, something about the second guy still puzzled her. Her own senses had picked up on something. It was like…some sort of weird feeling, maybe akin to intuition in a way. But also not quite intuition. She couldn’t seem to put a finger on it, and Agni had behaved out of the ordinary with him, which puzzled her even more.
Whatever it was, she had never felt that particular way before, as far as she could remember. And likely, she would never meet him again and get to the bottom of it. Even so, she kept gruelling over it now that she had found her way to the cattle pen a little ways away from the fair for some alone time. She had heard, the cattle were there for the cutting class and wanted to see them in their unpainted form. They must have sensed her foul mood, considering they were completely avoiding getting anywhere near her. It definitely didn’t help her mood, quite the opposite. She had concealed Agni so the canine didn’t scare them and had even tried to make herself smaller by crouching down. Despite her efforts, she was apparently enough of a scare on her own to keep them away. Just typical. She ultimately settled on just watching them silently in the dark.
Suddenly, she heard someone approach and glanced back to see a man coming to the cattle pen. She narrowed her eyes at him and tensed up a bit, expecting him to notice her. Only, he didn’t. He was entirely focused on the cows and didn’t seem to notice her standing there in the dark. She watched him silently and tried to not make her presence known. Hopefully, there could still be silence and he would leave soon. However, when he reached the fence he started… baby-talking to them? She wasn’t quite sure, since he was mumbling quietly. He reached a hand out to them, and to Inga’s surprise, a few of them walked curiously towards him including a red one that was almost the same colour as the man’s hair. It continued approaching as he crouched down, still mumbling to them while looking utterly doe-eyed. Inga rolled her eyes and scoffed inwardly at what she was bearing witness to. Her side-eye almost said it all.
“You know...they don't speak English...or whatever language you are speaking,” She remarked sourly. He finally noticed her then and stopped his mumbling.
“Wow, you must have very long toes for me to have stepped on them from over here,” He responded.
“Well...I was enjoying the quiet before you showed up,” She scoffed. This was ridiculous. She was very done with not quite getting her alone time the times she sought it. She should have known better considering this was a fair event after all. However, that didn’t stop her from feeling grumpy about it.
“Well enjoy your quiet,” He muttered as he stood up to leave. She rolled her eyes.
“No, by all means, let me go instead,” She retorted and turned around to leave as well. Not her proudest moment, but she would have been too stubborn to admit that. Instead, she made her way towards the arenas again.

Word count: 598

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Inga and the moomoos, their sketches and flats, and the backgrounds by me

August, his sketch and flats, and everyone's lines and shading by SilvesterVitale