Untitled :/[Jack Lex]
Sept 16, 2012 11:49:19 GMT -5
Post by serum on Sept 16, 2012 11:49:19 GMT -5
Cyan was lying in the grass under a tree when her mother called for her. She had to get up slowly to prevent the throbbing pain that accompanied her new stitches. The nine stitches in her head itched ferociously and she hated that she couldn’t scratch them. She already had once and they started to bleed very badly. So after that she just tried to deal with it. And when she was lying down, the pain and the itching was almost completely gone so she spent as much time as she could relaxing on her back. She got to her knees and then used the tree as a support to help her up entirely and she made the short trip from the tree to her mother in the stables. But she stayed a few feet away from the door.
She hadn’t gone into the stables since her accident, the fear she felt around the horses was something that was going to take a long time to heal. But when it came to her tiny best friend, she wasn’t afraid of her at all. Malum was a tiny reddish colored pony who though she was a dog. She loved to try to climb into people’s laps and whenever Cyan went anywhere, Malum was always by her side.
“I need you to deliver some packages today hun,” her mother said. Cyan’s mother made special treats for the other animal owners. There were some to help with colds or infections, some that helped pain and ones that were full of vitamins. They were expensive but they were the best things in the district to help keep people’s livestock healthy and their horses ready to work. Her mother pointed to a box that was by the door. It had to be at least ten pounds. That was the heaviest box Cyan had ever had to deliver and it was filled to the point of almost spilling. “Be careful, ok? Take it easy and don’t overexert yourself and it’s okay if you don’t deliver them all today,” she walked out of the stable and hugged Cyan and kissed her near her stitches. She was always telling Cyan to be careful now-not that she blamed her mother.
She picked up the box, and grabbed Malum’s lead, wrapping it around her wrist, and left the ranch. It was a massive ranch and there wasn’t anyone around for about a mile. But the addresses on the parcels weren’t all for ranches, some were for people that lived in the more “developed” areas, where the shops were. She made her way slowly into town, talking to Malum and listening when she nickered and laughing when she hopped. Malum had the odd habit of hopping around like a bunny rabbit when she was really happy-which was always.
Cyan made it to town and started delivering the parcels, collecting payment and even earning a few tips here and there. As she walked her arms got tired and fell asleep and before she knew it she had dropped the box and the treat parcels had fallen all over the ground. There were eight pounds of treats scattered all around her and her money had fallen too. She crouched and started slowly picking everything back up ; but she leaned to far forward and the blood rushed to her head causing her to almost black out.
She hadn’t gone into the stables since her accident, the fear she felt around the horses was something that was going to take a long time to heal. But when it came to her tiny best friend, she wasn’t afraid of her at all. Malum was a tiny reddish colored pony who though she was a dog. She loved to try to climb into people’s laps and whenever Cyan went anywhere, Malum was always by her side.
“I need you to deliver some packages today hun,” her mother said. Cyan’s mother made special treats for the other animal owners. There were some to help with colds or infections, some that helped pain and ones that were full of vitamins. They were expensive but they were the best things in the district to help keep people’s livestock healthy and their horses ready to work. Her mother pointed to a box that was by the door. It had to be at least ten pounds. That was the heaviest box Cyan had ever had to deliver and it was filled to the point of almost spilling. “Be careful, ok? Take it easy and don’t overexert yourself and it’s okay if you don’t deliver them all today,” she walked out of the stable and hugged Cyan and kissed her near her stitches. She was always telling Cyan to be careful now-not that she blamed her mother.
She picked up the box, and grabbed Malum’s lead, wrapping it around her wrist, and left the ranch. It was a massive ranch and there wasn’t anyone around for about a mile. But the addresses on the parcels weren’t all for ranches, some were for people that lived in the more “developed” areas, where the shops were. She made her way slowly into town, talking to Malum and listening when she nickered and laughing when she hopped. Malum had the odd habit of hopping around like a bunny rabbit when she was really happy-which was always.
Cyan made it to town and started delivering the parcels, collecting payment and even earning a few tips here and there. As she walked her arms got tired and fell asleep and before she knew it she had dropped the box and the treat parcels had fallen all over the ground. There were eight pounds of treats scattered all around her and her money had fallen too. She crouched and started slowly picking everything back up ; but she leaned to far forward and the blood rushed to her head causing her to almost black out.
