Jigsaw [P]uzzles

Robin Aatte · 08-10-2011, 05:33 PM

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Private for Niro and Jiva, set in the stables and racecourse Smile WC: 759

The morning was well underway, soon it would give way to the afternoon, the sun rapidly approaching the pinnacle of its daily travel across the sky. The land was beginning to get warm, the bright orb the was hanging in the sky was allowing its tendrils of heat to stroke the ground softly, allowing the air temperature to rise steadily, soon it would become too warm to be too active no doubt, the little lines of heat haze would soon rise from the ground no doubt. But for now the heat had not reached a peak, the breeze that was blowing through the land was pleasantly cool, causing the leaves of the trees to flutter as it blew past them, many of the tall flowers and grasses too were dancing with the breeze. It was an idyllic sight. The large stables rose into the sky, a large wooden frame in the middle of this area, casting a long shadow across the lands, providing some comfort, a recognisable landmark in the lands, it would be difficult to get lost around here, not when one could see the tall building with the racetrack before it. The racetrack itself was surrounded by a high wooden fence, the grass within it having ground wild, now dotted with weeds and flowers, some tall stalks of grass seeming more like stalks of wheat, the golden seeds clinging to their stems, again they danced and bent as the wind billowed past them gently. Small animals ran about in the grass, snuffling and rumagging through the ground for food, hiding within the tall grasses, seemingly comfortable that they were hidden from the sights of predators, though the tips of ears could still be seen here and there as the animals, mostly rabbits, bounced about the place cheerfully.

The little patchwork girl had come here again today to see the cream coloured, nameless mare that she had been coming to see regularly, in her mind she had sort of become her horse, although she had yet to name her or attempt to ride her. But the mare was content to listen to her childish tales of what she had been doing during the days she had been away, heavily embellished with extra excitement of course, the mare was not to know that the little female had never been ambushed by pirates and had been forced into an epic battle where she had chased them off as the victor, the mare also of course did not know that she had not discovered treasure in the woodlands. The little female's fantasy life often tended to blur into reality when she spoke to the horse, she had a very active imagination and enjoyed making up stories and adventures, often she and her sibling played them out as games, Felicity always taking the role of the damsel in distress, Linden being permitted to be Robin's side kick. They always had great fun, but sometimes Robin could not find them, and then she would play by herself, bounding across the lands with shrieks of laughter as she slayed whatever monster it was that her imagination's eye could see before her. She was getting quite good at slaying imaginary monsters she would have to confess, in her mind she was well on the way to following in her father's footsteps, becoming a proud protector of the pack, brave and noble, just as he was. But for now, the little female was very contented to slay imaginary foes, to chase away bands of fearsome pirates and vicious fire breathing dragons that were very common in the Cour Des Miracles lands, should one know where to look.

And so the patchwork girl had approached the stables again, slipping in quietly, the mare seemed to have been anticipating her arrival, her large cream coloured head leaning as far over the door as she could reach it, her trailing white mane hanging low over the door. The patchwork girl was in her Lupus form and so she could not pat her as she usually did, instead she simply leant up and pressed her nose to the mare's light one, the mare whinnied a greeting and ruffled at the top of her head, a usual greeting between the pair of them now. The little female chirruped a greeting to her, asking how she was and telling her her latest adventure. Soon she wandered off though, saying a cheery goodbye to the large mare, trotting off back outside, standing in the doorway, wondering where she could bound off to now.

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