Post by posy-punch on Nov 3, 2016 3:49:10 GMT -6
Just outside of Skeldr Town, stood a fairly well-sustained little home. A brick wall encompassed the three buildings it was made up of (one the main home, one what appeared to be an outhouse, and the last being that of, as you peered inside, a sheltered little garden), and a small dirt road led up to the main entrance. There, a huge wooden door with a knocker about an average horse's height was mounted. Mere feet lower, and a second knocker could be seen. It was not long before the reason became evermore clear. A small pony, with a mane as fiery as the breast of one of the youngest Ursa Minors, bustled out. She was snappish, but moved as if she knew the place backwards and forwards. Only a few impossibly large steps, and the mare was jostling open her garden hut. There she picked a few items to add to a small soup, and then, delicately picking her way into the corner of the hut, she picked out a few of the generally well-known plants. Fever reducers, to be exact.
"Eat this, and don't turn your nose up this time." She made her way into the home, and locked eyes with the old stallion. He lay upon his legs, on top a pillow, the still hot remains of the last soup lay on the ground in front of him. Anna had no use to go clean it quite yet, not when it was very likely that even more of a mess would occur. "Well, ya rantin' bitch, it tasteh like a dead th'ang. D' ya expect me to eat somethin' so vile?" The old stallion croaked, still casting a disgusted glance at the soup on the ground. "That's because it has medicine crushed up into it, antibiotics and herbal remedies." She poured another bowl. "You have no teeth to chew any of my herbal remedies, and the last time I tried to give you a pill, you spat upon me." She very calmly set down the next wooden bowl, watching as the horse drew back his head, looking at it with only loathing in his eyes.
"Well, think about it, but this is all you're getting tonight." Anna wiped up the mess on the floor and then trotted lightly to the back of the home. In one of the little rooms, a fairly young filly awaited. She looked up, one eye glittering, but the other glassy. "Good evening, child. Quick trip to the stream, outhouse, and then back home. It'll get your muscles moving." She helped the filly up, and the young thing began to blabber on about something that interested it. So Anna pretended to listen and took the care to guide the filly throughout the sparse area. Mainly it was only small trees and shrubbery that marked the surrounding area. However, the rocky stream was more of a blessing for Anna's workspace. The filly drank carefully, not downing too much of the cold water, but enough to rejuvenate herself. Anna too drank, though upstream from the filly. She was careful to avoid any of the last traces of the child's fever.
And now was the short journey back, only a minute or two or walking among the rocks and bushels. Anna and the filly made good time, now aimlessly chatting together. However, what interested Anna most... was when she looked up she saw a horse stood at her door looking just a tad confused. Or, perhaps peeved if she had been knocking with no answer. "Good evening, traveler? How can I assist you today?" She called out, somewhat thankful that the horse hadn't turned up earlier when the stallion first knocked his bowl aside.
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"Eat this, and don't turn your nose up this time." She made her way into the home, and locked eyes with the old stallion. He lay upon his legs, on top a pillow, the still hot remains of the last soup lay on the ground in front of him. Anna had no use to go clean it quite yet, not when it was very likely that even more of a mess would occur. "Well, ya rantin' bitch, it tasteh like a dead th'ang. D' ya expect me to eat somethin' so vile?" The old stallion croaked, still casting a disgusted glance at the soup on the ground. "That's because it has medicine crushed up into it, antibiotics and herbal remedies." She poured another bowl. "You have no teeth to chew any of my herbal remedies, and the last time I tried to give you a pill, you spat upon me." She very calmly set down the next wooden bowl, watching as the horse drew back his head, looking at it with only loathing in his eyes.
"Well, think about it, but this is all you're getting tonight." Anna wiped up the mess on the floor and then trotted lightly to the back of the home. In one of the little rooms, a fairly young filly awaited. She looked up, one eye glittering, but the other glassy. "Good evening, child. Quick trip to the stream, outhouse, and then back home. It'll get your muscles moving." She helped the filly up, and the young thing began to blabber on about something that interested it. So Anna pretended to listen and took the care to guide the filly throughout the sparse area. Mainly it was only small trees and shrubbery that marked the surrounding area. However, the rocky stream was more of a blessing for Anna's workspace. The filly drank carefully, not downing too much of the cold water, but enough to rejuvenate herself. Anna too drank, though upstream from the filly. She was careful to avoid any of the last traces of the child's fever.
And now was the short journey back, only a minute or two or walking among the rocks and bushels. Anna and the filly made good time, now aimlessly chatting together. However, what interested Anna most... was when she looked up she saw a horse stood at her door looking just a tad confused. Or, perhaps peeved if she had been knocking with no answer. "Good evening, traveler? How can I assist you today?" She called out, somewhat thankful that the horse hadn't turned up earlier when the stallion first knocked his bowl aside.
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