Crunch, crunch, crunch...
Vivian was smiling as she walked briskly in the direction of the stables after her detour through the school gardens. The pebbles under her leather buttoned boots made it sound like a giant was chewing breakfast cereal under the path. Her taffeta day dress was the most colorful thing as she moved through the winding trail that would lead her out.
She clutched a small letter in her pocket that said she request to be a garden attendant was accepted. The shrubs and bushes were well manicured but the flowers were no where to be seen. Easily fixed. Her usual remedy: a few drops of blood in a watering can a day and the most vivid colored buds would begin to ripen. Dreamy images of topiaries and lilc arches floated through her mind as she finally cleared the hedges.
It wasn't that the coach house was far from the school, it was just tucked away. Standing near the edge of the large forrest, she could make out the turn out behind the building and hear the familiar whinnies of the horses. She quickened her pace in anticipation.
As exquisit as the school was, the stables were obviously just as old but without as much preservation. The roof had been replaced for certain but the stall format was that of an old coach house with a large center isle so the carriages could pull through if necessary. Tackles, tools, and brushes hung on various nails of all different levels and the saddles were resting against the wall on racks. The smell alone was so comforting.
Stables had always been a sanctuary for her. Like every other little girl, she played with ponies and insisted horses were as loyal and dependable as any dog, if they trusted you. Here in lay the magic to Vivian. Being the keeper of life that she was, the horses could innately tell she only wanted to care for them, to act in the best interest. They favored her whenever they crossed her, and let her ride them as she pleased without so much as spooking once. They were large, powerful, warm and never thirst for her.
The stable door was large and heavy, but forcing it with all her might, she managed to slide it open with a long, loud sigh from the old hinges. She could hear the low sound of large molars grinding hay and tails being flicked and her heart grew light and giddy. Her exposed skin began to glow with joy as a few handsome heads poked out from the stalls. Walking down the isle, she admired each breed, counting four horses and two huge draught horses that looked like Percherons. Standing in the center of them, her radiant face casting a dim glimmer in their eyes, she removed her long kid gloves to reveal her ruined, glowing flesh. With soft hands she stroked the first horse's nose and watched his eyes closed, knickering softly and nuzzling her face and neck is velvet mouthes. They all watched and moved with her as she visited each animal, cooing and humming to them, peacefulness washing over her and making her cheeks pink.
She had just pulled the sugar cubes from her pocket when she noticed something peculiar in the last stall of the row. Cautiously, she slowly walked past the largest horses to get a better look of what appeared to be a boot. A man's boot. As she rounded the corner of the stall, she realized she was staring at someone's room. A modest bed was made from one of the spare bunks and the empty on below it was used like a makeshift shelf, holding a few personal objects. Someone lived here? She took one step towards the meager loggings to see if she could find anymore clues.
The was the distinctive sound of someone's footstep behind her on the wooden floor boards. Startled, Vivian jumped and spun around to face her guest, cubes of sugar tumbling from her hands and rolling over the stay strewn floor.
Vivian was smiling as she walked briskly in the direction of the stables after her detour through the school gardens. The pebbles under her leather buttoned boots made it sound like a giant was chewing breakfast cereal under the path. Her taffeta day dress was the most colorful thing as she moved through the winding trail that would lead her out.
She clutched a small letter in her pocket that said she request to be a garden attendant was accepted. The shrubs and bushes were well manicured but the flowers were no where to be seen. Easily fixed. Her usual remedy: a few drops of blood in a watering can a day and the most vivid colored buds would begin to ripen. Dreamy images of topiaries and lilc arches floated through her mind as she finally cleared the hedges.
It wasn't that the coach house was far from the school, it was just tucked away. Standing near the edge of the large forrest, she could make out the turn out behind the building and hear the familiar whinnies of the horses. She quickened her pace in anticipation.
As exquisit as the school was, the stables were obviously just as old but without as much preservation. The roof had been replaced for certain but the stall format was that of an old coach house with a large center isle so the carriages could pull through if necessary. Tackles, tools, and brushes hung on various nails of all different levels and the saddles were resting against the wall on racks. The smell alone was so comforting.
Stables had always been a sanctuary for her. Like every other little girl, she played with ponies and insisted horses were as loyal and dependable as any dog, if they trusted you. Here in lay the magic to Vivian. Being the keeper of life that she was, the horses could innately tell she only wanted to care for them, to act in the best interest. They favored her whenever they crossed her, and let her ride them as she pleased without so much as spooking once. They were large, powerful, warm and never thirst for her.
The stable door was large and heavy, but forcing it with all her might, she managed to slide it open with a long, loud sigh from the old hinges. She could hear the low sound of large molars grinding hay and tails being flicked and her heart grew light and giddy. Her exposed skin began to glow with joy as a few handsome heads poked out from the stalls. Walking down the isle, she admired each breed, counting four horses and two huge draught horses that looked like Percherons. Standing in the center of them, her radiant face casting a dim glimmer in their eyes, she removed her long kid gloves to reveal her ruined, glowing flesh. With soft hands she stroked the first horse's nose and watched his eyes closed, knickering softly and nuzzling her face and neck is velvet mouthes. They all watched and moved with her as she visited each animal, cooing and humming to them, peacefulness washing over her and making her cheeks pink.
She had just pulled the sugar cubes from her pocket when she noticed something peculiar in the last stall of the row. Cautiously, she slowly walked past the largest horses to get a better look of what appeared to be a boot. A man's boot. As she rounded the corner of the stall, she realized she was staring at someone's room. A modest bed was made from one of the spare bunks and the empty on below it was used like a makeshift shelf, holding a few personal objects. Someone lived here? She took one step towards the meager loggings to see if she could find anymore clues.
The was the distinctive sound of someone's footstep behind her on the wooden floor boards. Startled, Vivian jumped and spun around to face her guest, cubes of sugar tumbling from her hands and rolling over the stay strewn floor.
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