My back hurt. My feet hurt. My hands hurt. The sun clearly didn’t give a care about my suffering as it continued to beat down upon myself and the other trainees. This morning we were all split into groups of 5 to work on different farms. I wanted to be put on Sunfield farm with my mother, but I was put on Jarlsson’s (I guess this was purposeful). We each work on this farm for 3 months, and then another one for 3 months before taking take of a farm alone as a big group.
It turns out that the Jarlsson’s has pigs, cows, sheep, hens and horses. The normal lot. First I was given the last of checking the horses paddock ragwort. I have grown up being taught what ragwort is and how it is bad for horses all my life. But Ninna didn’t have a clue. I had carefully showed her a ragwort. However, she had dug up a whole corner of buttercups and grass as she thought the weed was there. Thankfully she had taken the grass out in wedges, so it wasn’t that hard to put right. Then it was lunch time and we all gathered around for a bowlful of oats and roots. Much to my excitement, I (and Ninna) was given the task of taking the horses out on a ride. Ninna had only ridden a few times so I put her at the front, tell her that we could go up into Forgotten Fields providing we kept to the track and didn’t wander into the Dew’s land. I took up the rear as we step off in a trot, sometimes a canter. I had the job of keeping all the horses in together and not letting any of them stray too far. As much as riding was better then weeding, the constant chasing of rebellious horses led to me having to constantly stay alert. So that by the time we had ridden them back into their paddock for the night I was tired. Luckily, the others had milked the cows and were starting to light the torches to keep the wolves and bears at bay. I hated milking cows. I don’t know why but the whole business of it just made me squirm. It was time to choose who would stay on watch for tonight. They would have a fire and a bag of stones to stop any predators, or other clans, from seizing our live stock. Ninna, much to my amazement, volunteered. So I thought it was only polite to volunteer also. “It’s so strange here you know. Back in the town I was training to be a baker. That’s what my father was. Every morning we had fresh bread and we would eat it as we delivered it to the Fort. I think I must be insane coming here but I just wanted some peace you know? Start again. In Silverglade clan, you do the job that your parents do. Then if you transfer to that clan you take up any spaces. If there are too many of you then you have to win the space else you’ll be sent away,” Ninna sighed. She had a way of just telling you things. The night was still. The fire crackled; the wind blew. A twig snapped. I sped around, trying to make out a shape in the darkness. I got up. What was it? “Cyth?” Ninna asked. I kept walking. Into the trees. What was it? ‘Just a fox ‘ I told myself. I turned around to go back… …And I heard Fok’s voice.
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Li Silentland
Hello!Welcome to my little space on the large internet where I can share my thoughts, views and fanfics! I am you 'normal' teenaged girl, who loves writing, gaming and horses. I've played Star Stable online since 1st June 2014 and I am currently a level 20 player on Cupcake Valley where I hang about with Frosty Roses and my 18 pixel horses! Disclaimer: All images and anything else to do with this blog are taken in the game Star Stable Online produced by Star Stable Entertainment AB. I have nothing to do with Star Stable and own none of their graphics. But I can tell you it is a great game and you should play it!
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