Sarah had bought her horse, and named him Mor, elvish for Black. He was a huge fellow, 17 hands and very muscular.
She rode Mor to the Maritime, parked him outside. She found the letter inside. She smiled some. She was actually relieved. Happy to leave the Maritime, at least, for the time being.
So, she made her way towards the new cottage. It was late, past dark, and it was still raining. Mor and Sarah traveled the same road as Archie and Harry, following the directions he gave. It gave her time to think, which was common for her these past few weeks.
She reached down, patting Mor's large neck.
"Good boy..."
Finally, she made her way to the Cottage. She saw the stable Harry wrote about, and settled Mor into it, unsaddling him. She gave him a flake of Hay, and carried the Saddle back to the cottage with her.
Sarah saw the chimes first, and loved them. They were perfect, and in the stormy weather it made a wonderful noise. Next, she saw the welcome mat, and the side note on the bottom. She chuckled lightly at it, because it was perfect for her. After going inside, she set the saddle down next to the door and took a look around.
She found the baseball bat, again she chuckled at it. It too, was perfect. After walking around a second or two, she spotted the picture. She looked at it a long while, unmoving. She missed those days.
She could definitely call this place home. A nod confirmed it. She wondered if Cinder would be joining her. It would be nice to have somebody else around, and cook for even. Time would tell.
She rode Mor to the Maritime, parked him outside. She found the letter inside. She smiled some. She was actually relieved. Happy to leave the Maritime, at least, for the time being.
So, she made her way towards the new cottage. It was late, past dark, and it was still raining. Mor and Sarah traveled the same road as Archie and Harry, following the directions he gave. It gave her time to think, which was common for her these past few weeks.
She reached down, patting Mor's large neck.
"Good boy..."
Finally, she made her way to the Cottage. She saw the stable Harry wrote about, and settled Mor into it, unsaddling him. She gave him a flake of Hay, and carried the Saddle back to the cottage with her.
Sarah saw the chimes first, and loved them. They were perfect, and in the stormy weather it made a wonderful noise. Next, she saw the welcome mat, and the side note on the bottom. She chuckled lightly at it, because it was perfect for her. After going inside, she set the saddle down next to the door and took a look around.
She found the baseball bat, again she chuckled at it. It too, was perfect. After walking around a second or two, she spotted the picture. She looked at it a long while, unmoving. She missed those days.
She could definitely call this place home. A nod confirmed it. She wondered if Cinder would be joining her. It would be nice to have somebody else around, and cook for even. Time would tell.