Oho, you never know.Another guy is being added into the mix too...
When Tymber was out of the barn, she let Seabring into a gallop. The wind rushing at her face was cold and it numbed her. It made the tears feel frozen against her cheeks. She lifted her head high and breathed in, the cold air freezing her lungs. Then she bent over and her shoulders shook in a sob. It was like they had told her. They had told her how her birth had been. How she was breach and how her sister has killed her mother. It was a sign; it had to be. She looked down and saw Staar looking up at her.
Sister..? he begged.
She shook her head and looked straight ahead, her sight blurred by tears. She welcomed the impaired vision. Sometimes it was better not to see.
When they got to the village, she rushed Seabring into the corral, not bothering to untack him, and she ran for the other side of the forest. She crawled on the ground and pushed herself into the opening under the tree. There she cried. Staar crawled in, his front legs inching towards her. She moved aside and he quickly crawled in, putting his head on her shoulder. Tymber wrapped her arms around him and dug her face into his shoulder and wept.
When morning came, Tymber didn't feel like going to Potter's. Her muscles ached from sleeping in an odd position, and her tears had dried and chapped her face. If Staar felt her reluctance, he didn't show it as he grabbed on to her skirts and tugged on them.
Let's go! he said.
Tymber crawled out and walked to the corral. She felt guilty for leaving Seabring tacked all night.
He doesn't mind. Staar said.
"How do you know?" Tymber asked dully.
I just know. I don't really understand it. Like when I knew his name. Staar tried to explain.
Tymber didn't reply, she just shrugged it off as wolf craziness and pulled the red rag off the fence and tied it around Staar's neck. Then she got atop Seabring's back. He was as tired as her. He pounded his hoof on the ground in frustration before he started walking.
The sun was already beginning to rise. Tymber knew she would be late.
When she got to the gates to Potter's field, she was beginning to waken and brighten up a bit. But looking at the barn gave her momentary vertigo as she rememberd lastnights event.
Daire met her at the stable entrance. "Tymber." he welcomed.
Tymber smiled and met his eyes for only a moment. She then went on untacking Seabring and giving him a rub-down in the stall.
"I talked to Martha and she'll be at a bake sale all day. She said not to worry about the beasts today, but to watch after Sera and Peewee when they get home from their friend's." He watched Tymber nod in silence. He sighed. "I --" he started. Tymber looked at him. "I gave them to a sheep who stillborned last week. She took them in gratefully. So don't worry for their sake." he spoke really quickly. "You know, the funny thing about sheep, is how they will take in a foreign lamb right away. With horses, you have to rub the foal down with the lost foal's scent and -- and -"
"Can I --" Tymber started. Herface winced a littleand she looked away again.
"Come with me." Daire took her arm and led her to a fenced off part of the field. He pointed to a sheep.
Tymber stared intently but couldn't see the lambs. Then, the sheep got up, and she noticed the two smaller forms follow behind on wobbly legs. Tymber smiled. She looked at Daire and he smiled back. As the sheep got closer, she looked at the two lambs again and her smile faded. The smaller one was white and perfect. The second born was large and stocky with fur black as night.
"Let's go." Daire said. "I brought my harp again."
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