By sitting, [ jayce retorts, a bit of jesting tone to truth he means; he really needs to sit before his knee pops from the pressure. he may have overdone it today, but— he was excited. he had to work overtime on his own watch if it meant finishing today and beginning this few week long experiment. then he could make some adjustments to his brace and . . .
he's felt so uplifted, in good spirits and eager energy that the way he swings his stiff, braced leg feels like a small price to pay tonight. he tells the cosmos, and himself, that he'll take more care of it from now on. sit more, use his aids. he wouldn't want to be rendered completely useless in the barn— he's not. and he still has so much to do.
before getting started, jayce slips into the open tack room for his shirt, rio's head halter and his notebook. he leaves their lamp as well as his clinking tools at the base of the first bench they come across, just outside the room to encourage sitting there. curious nickers resound at the movement and the clicking of belts and buckles— they know someone is going to get a little evening stroll, and it brings a quiet simper to jayce's lips. the horses were really endearing.
he tries to straighten his face when he circles back to viktor yielding unsatisfactory results, because now— he's going to be within his element, and he's quite enthusiastic when it comes to explaining his own thoughts. sitting beside viktor, he stretches his leg out and shuffles his box for four of the shoes he'd been molding all afternoon. individually, they're all very, very different from each other. some of higher grooves than others, slanted or angled oddly when it came to width and girth where metal should disconnect into a U-shape. it doesn't, creating a smooth heart-shaped finish. too thick here, too thin there. no wonder people would doubt its efficiency. it looks close to a disaster that didn't exactly seem comfortable, and no one would want this on their horse.
but no one was a horse to prove him otherwise. ]
Listen— I know how it looks. But I could explain, with, with biomechanics—
[ and there comes the giddiness he hasn't felt in ages, an addicting rise in his purpose. jayce flips through the pages of his notebook while viktor can inspect his metalwork, filled with scribbles and sketches of not only his ideas, but of horses themselves. he always draws a bit during downtime. but, the point of the matter is this page, signed and stamped. the design of his work, measurements used with formulas and intricate statistics. evidence. math!
he's actually rather bright. ]
I think these will save her. [ in fact .... ] They'll save a lot of them. And that's only the beginning.
[ but lets not count the chicks before they hatch. ]
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he's felt so uplifted, in good spirits and eager energy that the way he swings his stiff, braced leg feels like a small price to pay tonight. he tells the cosmos, and himself, that he'll take more care of it from now on. sit more, use his aids. he wouldn't want to be rendered completely useless in the barn— he's not. and he still has so much to do.
before getting started, jayce slips into the open tack room for his shirt, rio's head halter and his notebook. he leaves their lamp as well as his clinking tools at the base of the first bench they come across, just outside the room to encourage sitting there. curious nickers resound at the movement and the clicking of belts and buckles— they know someone is going to get a little evening stroll, and it brings a quiet simper to jayce's lips. the horses were really endearing.
he tries to straighten his face when he circles back to viktor yielding unsatisfactory results, because now— he's going to be within his element, and he's quite enthusiastic when it comes to explaining his own thoughts. sitting beside viktor, he stretches his leg out and shuffles his box for four of the shoes he'd been molding all afternoon. individually, they're all very, very different from each other. some of higher grooves than others, slanted or angled oddly when it came to width and girth where metal should disconnect into a U-shape. it doesn't, creating a smooth heart-shaped finish. too thick here, too thin there. no wonder people would doubt its efficiency. it looks close to a disaster that didn't exactly seem comfortable, and no one would want this on their horse.
but no one was a horse to prove him otherwise. ]
Listen— I know how it looks. But I could explain, with, with biomechanics—
[ and there comes the giddiness he hasn't felt in ages, an addicting rise in his purpose. jayce flips through the pages of his notebook while viktor can inspect his metalwork, filled with scribbles and sketches of not only his ideas, but of horses themselves. he always draws a bit during downtime. but, the point of the matter is this page, signed and stamped. the design of his work, measurements used with formulas and intricate statistics. evidence. math!
he's actually rather bright. ]
I think these will save her. [ in fact .... ] They'll save a lot of them. And that's only the beginning.
[ but lets not count the chicks before they hatch. ]