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Apr. 6th, 2005 02:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sai_delgadoShe had missed Pylon and Felicia, the routine of caring for them and riding out on the Drop. Indeed, Susan Delgado had thought that she would never again have such chances, here at the end of the universe, say true. She'd done her best to resign herself to it, due to one simple fact -- her world had moved on.
And then Roland had come through the door leading a Miracle.
Now, she discovers that there is both comfort and a quiet joy in familiar things. She's spent a great deal of time over the past day going back and forth between the bar proper and the greenhouse, obtaining supplies and equipment, as well as hay and straw and grain, drawing on years of experience to transform the available space into a proper stabling for Kiseki, settling him in as best she can. For the gelding's part, he's responded well to the change in circumstances, she finds; it's clear from his behavior that he's been well-trained and well-treated-- surprising, mayhap, but there it is.
There's no pasture, and she's not sure about simply turning him out for exercise near the lake, not here; instead, on the first day, she works him on a lunging rope before returning him to the greenhouse, getting acquainted. It's warm enough inside that the blanket isn't needed after all, but not overwarm, for which she's thankful. The rest of the afternoon Susan spends going over the area near the lake, looking at the ground conditions and trails. By the end of the day, when she returns to the greenhouse for the evening feeding and then upstairs at last to rest, her smile is bright enough to be a light of its own.
And then Roland had come through the door leading a Miracle.
Now, she discovers that there is both comfort and a quiet joy in familiar things. She's spent a great deal of time over the past day going back and forth between the bar proper and the greenhouse, obtaining supplies and equipment, as well as hay and straw and grain, drawing on years of experience to transform the available space into a proper stabling for Kiseki, settling him in as best she can. For the gelding's part, he's responded well to the change in circumstances, she finds; it's clear from his behavior that he's been well-trained and well-treated-- surprising, mayhap, but there it is.
There's no pasture, and she's not sure about simply turning him out for exercise near the lake, not here; instead, on the first day, she works him on a lunging rope before returning him to the greenhouse, getting acquainted. It's warm enough inside that the blanket isn't needed after all, but not overwarm, for which she's thankful. The rest of the afternoon Susan spends going over the area near the lake, looking at the ground conditions and trails. By the end of the day, when she returns to the greenhouse for the evening feeding and then upstairs at last to rest, her smile is bright enough to be a light of its own.
