It has been a few days since she had gotten the news of the wolf woman who origionally owned the horses. It was sad to think that she passed away and Eclipse promised to take good care of the horses for as long as they were in her care and it seemed with each passing day Grace was letting Eclipse come closer and spend more time with her and her colt. She had yet to name the colt. She had kept an eye on him closely trying to see if he would show signs of a good name, but nothing came to mind. She admired his spunk though and she wondered how his mother could keep up with such a frisky foal. She was out once again watching the two, now neither were in danger of leaving her and she couldn’t believe she had two beautiful horses to take care of. One was rather young, but perhaps if she could train him she could give him to one of the smaller wolves. But she knew nothing about training a horse, much like she had known nothing about taking care of one either. She watched them for a little while, and figuring she wasn’t going to get a name out of him today moved onto working with the garden. She loved being there, it gave her sense of tranquility. She once had her own garden. Before she left Ichika and it disbanded. The thought of it saddened her and she always wondered if she stayed, then if it would still be there.
She sat near the garden, playing with a patch of soil. She wasn’t really trying to do anything, in fact she was mostly memorizing what was in the garden and what she could bring to it. SHe did have saffron but she was strill unsure of how to plant any of its seeds. Her jar was sacred to her as it was exotic. Perhaps if she could find something about it and how to take care of a plant such as that, then she could easily make it grow, but she didn’t feel like reading. She just felt like sitting on the dirt only a foot or so from the plants starting point and just staring at them. Her eyes slowly scanned the area, finding only a few plants she didn’t know. She would have to learn eventually. Her brown hand was kneading at the soil, bringing up the cool earth toward her fingertips. She listened to the soft bird song and just enjoyed the morning for one that could possibly be just as quiet as the last few.
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