heartofcourage
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It was nearing evening time in the city of Inverness. The distant call of mothers telling children to come in to eat filled the spring air. It had been peaceful in the city for a long while, just the way that it had always been meant to be. On the edge of town, next to the thick woods, was a little cabin, one that was cozy for the newly wed couple that resided there.
Annie pulled her shawl a little tighter as she left the front entrance of her little house, dinner bubbling on the hearth as she walked the short distance to her barn. Her Da has surprised her with it for her last birthday and she was so excited to actually have a place for her beloved horses that didn't require her walking into the heart of town.
She was one of the finest breeders in Scotland, thanks in large part to her father's war horse Phearson. The old stud had long since stopped giving her foals, but his bloodline was as strong as ever. Pushing open the door to the barn, she stepped inside and took a deep breath of the hay and horseflesh that greeted her. Passing by each stall, she finally stopped in front of the one that she was checking on.
Her Da's birthday was fast approaching and she would surprise him with a new stallion. Phearson's grandson was a fine steed of darkest black, a white blaze on his forehead and soulful dark eyes. He would be her finest work and she couldn't wait until her father set eyes upon him. He would fall in love just as she had.
She reached out and touched his nose with her slender hand, her wedding band shining in the light as the horse knickered and shook his head, snorting at her as if to say leave me alone. Annie laughed softly, retrieving her hand to leave him in peace.
"We'll work that stubborn streak out of you yet." She promised the stallion, turning when she heard noise at the entrance to the barn.
Annie pulled her shawl a little tighter as she left the front entrance of her little house, dinner bubbling on the hearth as she walked the short distance to her barn. Her Da has surprised her with it for her last birthday and she was so excited to actually have a place for her beloved horses that didn't require her walking into the heart of town.
She was one of the finest breeders in Scotland, thanks in large part to her father's war horse Phearson. The old stud had long since stopped giving her foals, but his bloodline was as strong as ever. Pushing open the door to the barn, she stepped inside and took a deep breath of the hay and horseflesh that greeted her. Passing by each stall, she finally stopped in front of the one that she was checking on.
Her Da's birthday was fast approaching and she would surprise him with a new stallion. Phearson's grandson was a fine steed of darkest black, a white blaze on his forehead and soulful dark eyes. He would be her finest work and she couldn't wait until her father set eyes upon him. He would fall in love just as she had.
She reached out and touched his nose with her slender hand, her wedding band shining in the light as the horse knickered and shook his head, snorting at her as if to say leave me alone. Annie laughed softly, retrieving her hand to leave him in peace.
"We'll work that stubborn streak out of you yet." She promised the stallion, turning when she heard noise at the entrance to the barn.