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Jun. 15th, 2008 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dovelikeIt's been several days since Eirene came back from her second rescue mission and, in that time, she's managed to get two or three hours of sleep a night before she can't stand being in her room and sneaks outside to find some emotional peace. There's a third trip home in the offing, but that still won't be for another two or three days, and it involves purchasing her first house. At least Bar has taken pity on her, and stopped the flow of Time outside her door.
After wandering the woods, and sitting for hours down near the inlet to watch the distant waters of the ocean, it seems like a change of scenery is in order, which has brought Eirene to the stables. There are horses inhabiting at least half the stalls, some of them big brutes who remind her of warhorses. Others are docile and obviously meant for those who perhaps have not been around too much horseflesh. One or two look barely tamed and ready to bolt at a moment's notice.
The blonde stops in front of each occupied stall, armed with an apple and a kind word, introducing herself and allowing the horse to get used to her scent and demeanor. It doesn't take long to figure out that whoever cares for the equines loves them enough to keep the stables in near-perfect condition.
After wandering the woods, and sitting for hours down near the inlet to watch the distant waters of the ocean, it seems like a change of scenery is in order, which has brought Eirene to the stables. There are horses inhabiting at least half the stalls, some of them big brutes who remind her of warhorses. Others are docile and obviously meant for those who perhaps have not been around too much horseflesh. One or two look barely tamed and ready to bolt at a moment's notice.
The blonde stops in front of each occupied stall, armed with an apple and a kind word, introducing herself and allowing the horse to get used to her scent and demeanor. It doesn't take long to figure out that whoever cares for the equines loves them enough to keep the stables in near-perfect condition.