Set by the stables in the late morning of the 14th Robin is in Optime.The day was warmer than many of the days that had come before it had been. Somehow there was the faint hint that spring might be on the way soon enough. It was the late morning, the sun had yet to reach its peak so it could not quite be noon yet. There was still a thin blanket of snow that covered the lands, but here and there it was melting, giving way to the lush green grass beneath, grass that seemed even brighter in contrast with the cold white of the snow. The frost that had been clinging to the tree branches had melted away and although there was no obvious sign of new growth upon the trees, somehow they seemed to be readying themselves for spring as well. The stables gave a gentle creak as the wind blew against the old building, the old wood was prone to creaking and groaning in any case, but seemed far more willing to do so whenever the breezes buffeted against it. Inside the horses seemed peaceful, the air was filled with the sounds of gentle snorts and whinnies, something which was more than comforting to those who enjoyed the company of horses, as was the air, the soft scents of hay and horses being most pleasant to those who enjoyed spending their time with the horses. Robin padded cheerfully down the corridor of the stables, peering in at each stall, smiling as she saw each of the familiar figures in their stalls, most were chewing happily on the fresh bundles of hay that they could have only been given a short while ago. The patchwork female smiled to herself as she walked, humming a cheerful tune. She was dressed in her usual way, that being that she had a blue patterned bandanna across her forehead, like a headband; her mane was braided, something which she had only recently started doing, taming the unruly, chestnut waves and curls into a long plait that she secured with a thin strand of leather, something which she had seen her great grandmother do and was now imitating; she had to admit that she was finding it very useful so far. As usual she had her bow and a quiver of arrows slung across her back.
Soon enough she seemed to find the stall that she had been looking for, she peered in, a wide smile playing on her lips, her eyes dancing with an excited light. A palomino mare raised her head and rested it over the door of the stall; the patchwork female raised a muted grey hand and patted at the large mare's neck gently, the usual greeting between the two friends. Robin had claimed this mare when she had been much younger and they had become the best of friends, the mare, whose name was Scarlett was contented to follow her around, she seemed to have a motherly nature when it came to the patchwork Aatte. The pair often did a lot together and today was no exception, the young adventurer was planning on taking the butter cream coloured female out for an adventure today. She smiled faintly as she stroked the mare's neck, Scarlett watched her with large, careful brown eyes as she did so. The young Aatte began to whisper to the horse as they stood there, telling her of the plans for the day. Oh what fun they were going to have!
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