12-24-2011, 05:59 PM
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It felt like at least a week had passed since this morning. There was all too much to take in. The tiring journey to Aniwaya, the riding lessons, the myriads of new sights, sounds, smells and faces. Caprica's head was spinning: she needed a break. She had peeled away from the populated areas into the fields that surrounded the villlage, walking until she couldn't see the houses any more, then pausing and shaking out her stiff joints, bending her neck from side to side and then arching her back. Her entire body seemed to need stretching: it was taut and painful from the new muscles that horse riding demanded. At least the sun was out, winter-weak though it was and casting many long grey shadows over the beautiful AniWayan landscape despite it still being the middle of the day. Caprica shook herself again then continued to stroll through the fields, feeling a little more rested and musing over what she'd learned so far as she went.
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Sorry for the shortness! Set on the 20th
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It felt like at least a week had passed since this morning. There was all too much to take in. The tiring journey to Aniwaya, the riding lessons, the myriads of new sights, sounds, smells and faces. Caprica's head was spinning: she needed a break. She had peeled away from the populated areas into the fields that surrounded the villlage, walking until she couldn't see the houses any more, then pausing and shaking out her stiff joints, bending her neck from side to side and then arching her back. Her entire body seemed to need stretching: it was taut and painful from the new muscles that horse riding demanded. At least the sun was out, winter-weak though it was and casting many long grey shadows over the beautiful AniWayan landscape despite it still being the middle of the day. Caprica shook herself again then continued to stroll through the fields, feeling a little more rested and musing over what she'd learned so far as she went.
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