we are unbreakable ((open))
Dec 16, 2009 19:25:39 GMT -5
Post by Eva Michaelson on Dec 16, 2009 19:25:39 GMT -5
Eva Michaelson sat on the floor of the tiny stable her family owned, trying to mend a leaky hose. It wasn't really working, but she had to at least try. Her father wouldn't be pleased if he found out they needed a new one.
I mean, it's not like we're poor, Eva thought to herself as she worked. But we certainly don't have tons of money. She tinkered a bit more with the hose. "There!" she said hopefully. She turned on the pump to test it and got squirted in the face with a small stream of water from the tiny hole that Eva had obviously not mended correctly. "Or not.." She sighed and got back to work.
She wished she didn't have to do this. She wasn't very good at mending things; her talents lay elsewhere. Training, grooming and feeding horses were her strong points. She stretched and then decided to take a break from the hose and do another chore for a little while. "Would you like to be brushed, girl?" she crooned to her gray mare, Freya. The mare nickered softly back to her, as if responding, so Eva stood up and grabbed her bag of brushes.
"You're such a lucky girl," she murmured to the horse as she brushed her silky gray mane, then moved on to her neck. And she truly was. Eva's family raised horses, yes, but they didn't usually get sold to families that wanted them to ride. Most people bought horses for their meat.
It did get a little sad sometimes, raising nice horses, growing to know their favorite spots to be scratched or if they liked to be brushed with a lot of pressure or barely any at all. But Eva had become so attached to Freya that her parents had said she could keep her, as long as the family business kept going well. Eva's family also sold pet supplies, so they did well with that and Eva knew the best places to buy hay that was good quality but cheap, and Freya was a good cart horse so they often used her to haul large orders of supplies into town. And so the mare was allowed to stay.
Eva was usually content with just talking to the horses; after all, she wasn't a very talkative girl. But right now, she wanted to talk to someone. She wasn't sure why, it was just one of those strange desires. She didn't have many friends because of her lack of talking, so she did get quite lonely sometimes...
Eva sighed to herself and kept brushing.
I mean, it's not like we're poor, Eva thought to herself as she worked. But we certainly don't have tons of money. She tinkered a bit more with the hose. "There!" she said hopefully. She turned on the pump to test it and got squirted in the face with a small stream of water from the tiny hole that Eva had obviously not mended correctly. "Or not.." She sighed and got back to work.
She wished she didn't have to do this. She wasn't very good at mending things; her talents lay elsewhere. Training, grooming and feeding horses were her strong points. She stretched and then decided to take a break from the hose and do another chore for a little while. "Would you like to be brushed, girl?" she crooned to her gray mare, Freya. The mare nickered softly back to her, as if responding, so Eva stood up and grabbed her bag of brushes.
"You're such a lucky girl," she murmured to the horse as she brushed her silky gray mane, then moved on to her neck. And she truly was. Eva's family raised horses, yes, but they didn't usually get sold to families that wanted them to ride. Most people bought horses for their meat.
It did get a little sad sometimes, raising nice horses, growing to know their favorite spots to be scratched or if they liked to be brushed with a lot of pressure or barely any at all. But Eva had become so attached to Freya that her parents had said she could keep her, as long as the family business kept going well. Eva's family also sold pet supplies, so they did well with that and Eva knew the best places to buy hay that was good quality but cheap, and Freya was a good cart horse so they often used her to haul large orders of supplies into town. And so the mare was allowed to stay.
Eva was usually content with just talking to the horses; after all, she wasn't a very talkative girl. But right now, she wanted to talk to someone. She wasn't sure why, it was just one of those strange desires. She didn't have many friends because of her lack of talking, so she did get quite lonely sometimes...
Eva sighed to herself and kept brushing.
