Post by Masako Shibuya on Aug 4, 2009 22:48:08 GMT -6
kotae nado mitsukaranai motsureta ito wo
a wide breezeway was based with smoothed concrete, small scrapes on the ground caused by the bristles of a broom. light filtered through the small windows in stalls equipped with equine necessities, revealing the particles of dust as they skydived from the rafters above. bits of hay poked from the adequate cells, the only litter visible in the recently swept aisle. saw dust, kicked up by restless horses' stirring, whacked the wooden frame with soft pitter-patters. straw rustled quietly as a dozing mare shifted her weight. the heat of the day seemed to bake the facilities, drawing out the familiar aromas of dried sweat, sweet feed, and hay. the rare breeze flared up, eagerly blowing the loose layer of dirt into the stable. surely, Riverglass Ranch was a place where experienced horse owners mingled. think again. a lone figure mingled in the tack room, clad in a rather unranch-like outfit, which consisted of a tutu dress, black skinny jeans, and mary jane ballerina flats.
Shibuya Masako, age seventeen, had only been around horses and in this country for mere months. she was a fast learner, and at least had some sense when it came to her and her horse's safety, but other than that...she had no clue. perhaps she'd sign up for lessons? that was the logical answer, and she would...later. seeing as her attempts at cleaning the breezeway were futile, the girl returned the broom to its proper place. closing the closet quietly, gaze wandered to a board where papers were tacked up. it would probably help her if she read them, so she knew what there was to do around here. meandering over to the board, eyes narrowed in distaste at the language written on the papers.
stepping back from the strange words as if they were going to gobble her up, a sheepish smile flashed on her face as she rubbed the back of her head. might as well play it by ear, ne? exiting the tack room with a spring in her step, her brain automatically commanded her legs to take her to one of the stalls on the end of the row near the large sliding door. they were undoubtedly larger than the rest, most likely built for the larger built equines that resided here. finally reaching her destination, frail hand clasped onto the latch and unbolted it, shoulder sliding the door open a few inches. slipping through the small berth, masako slid the door shut behind her.
peering into the murky shadows, she could barely trace the outline of a black mass sulking in a corner. the sound of heavy hooves striking the soft base alerted the human to the approach of her only friend here. the seventeen hand north american draft mare pressed her massive skull against the narrow torso of masako in greeting, sighing heavily as slender fingers massaged her broad neck.
"ohayou, midnite-san."
midnite lifted her head a few inches, allowing the tiny frame of the human to slip under her. masako wrapped her arms around the horse's neck happily, barely able to do so. curse her shortness. burrowing her face into the thick, coarse mane of the draft, she inhaled the pleasant, homey scent. though she'd only owned this mare and been around horses for a couple weeks, they reacted to each other like they'd known each other for ever. midnite had obviously taken to this former city girl! retreating from the embrace, masako rested a hand on the mare's forehead, rubbing the brilliant white star.
"kawaii!" the teenager admired, always astounded by the beauty of her very own horse. perhaps she'd really get to know how to handle and be around these magnificent animals. she knew her father and brother wished for her happiness here, and they wanted her to have friends. whether she liked it or not, she was forced to stay here. but, for now, she was happy.
taguru you ni aimai na kumo wo tsukamu
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