11-27-2010, 12:21 AM
Geneva made the short trek mutely as the newcomer spoke. He seemed grateful, but she would not want him to be in pain any longer than necessary. His gratefulness only further reinforced her desire to help him to rekindle his health, even if she was only able to provide him shelter before he headed back out into the wilderness. She noticed that he took care not to burden her with much of his weight, and she silently made of note of this fact. Perhaps that spoke of the content of his character, although Geneva could not be sure quite yet.
The gentle lady left him for a moment and crested the two shallow steps that led to the partially open door of the rustic cabin. It was a small structure, and it had weathered some of the harsher cold elements recently, but it would serve as adequate shelter for now. She pushed the door open with her muzzle, and it swung open with a loud creak. Then, she descended the steps quickly and ushered the stranger into the darkened cabin. She entered behind him and coaxed the door shut.
The interior of the cabin was dark and dusty. There was a small puddle in one corner of the large, two room structure, seeping into the floorboards. The room the duo had entered was the largest; the floorboards creaked beneath their feet and some scant light came in through the frosted, dusty windows. Vestiges from a time gone by were also present, two chairs, one over turned long ago, and the other still erect against the farthest wall beside an empty fireplace.
Geneva nosed her way to the second room, which was really only a closet, and dragged rough spun, patch worn blankets that were stacked messily out to the central room. She figured that the fireplace, in the middle of the longest wall, would be the best place to put the stranger. She motioned to him to come forward and backed away from the tangled pile of dusty blankets. It had been a long while since someone had last taken refuge in this new-forgotten cabin, but it would serve its purpose for now.
Settling upon her haunches and curling her silver tail around her legs, she peered at him with olive colored eyes through the gloom. After making certain he had had the chance to settle, her whisper soft voice filled the dark cabin. "What can you tell me of yourself, stranger?"
The gentle lady left him for a moment and crested the two shallow steps that led to the partially open door of the rustic cabin. It was a small structure, and it had weathered some of the harsher cold elements recently, but it would serve as adequate shelter for now. She pushed the door open with her muzzle, and it swung open with a loud creak. Then, she descended the steps quickly and ushered the stranger into the darkened cabin. She entered behind him and coaxed the door shut.
The interior of the cabin was dark and dusty. There was a small puddle in one corner of the large, two room structure, seeping into the floorboards. The room the duo had entered was the largest; the floorboards creaked beneath their feet and some scant light came in through the frosted, dusty windows. Vestiges from a time gone by were also present, two chairs, one over turned long ago, and the other still erect against the farthest wall beside an empty fireplace.
Geneva nosed her way to the second room, which was really only a closet, and dragged rough spun, patch worn blankets that were stacked messily out to the central room. She figured that the fireplace, in the middle of the longest wall, would be the best place to put the stranger. She motioned to him to come forward and backed away from the tangled pile of dusty blankets. It had been a long while since someone had last taken refuge in this new-forgotten cabin, but it would serve its purpose for now.
Settling upon her haunches and curling her silver tail around her legs, she peered at him with olive colored eyes through the gloom. After making certain he had had the chance to settle, her whisper soft voice filled the dark cabin. "What can you tell me of yourself, stranger?"