Post by celina on Sept 14, 2012 10:40:32 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 22px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #aaaaaa;]WHO SAYS YOU CAN'T GO HOME
There's only one place they call me one of their own Just a hometown boy, born a rolling stone, who says you can't go home Who says you can't go back, been all around the world and as a matter of fact There's only one place left I want to go, who says you can't go home?
The morning air was crisp in the mountains, and cool enough that Celina was looking forward for her morning ride. Leaving the house as soon as the sun broke out of it's horizon prison, the dirty blonde haired girl jogged down the steps of the plantation house and out to the classic barn. The stretch of stalls was a welcome sight for sore eyes, and Lina smiled brightly to herself. Fog lay lazily over the rolling pastures of verdant grasses. A flicker of a memory cut across her happy moment and she faltered in her grin, and then managed to stuff the unwanted thought away. Today was going to be a good day, she was sure of it.
Sliding the barn doors open in a familiar motion, she entered the structure and was greated by several square-headed, thick jawed horses. Being a native of England, it had taken Celina some time to ween herself off the appearance of a Hackney horse, but she'd thoroughly fallen in love with the mustang. Her favorite, Phoenix, stood proudly in his stall, awaiting her inevitable attention. His bright brown eyes watched her with what she swore was a glint of mischief. He was a handful for sure, but she'd raised the now five year old stud from a colt of only a year. Scratching the forehead of an elderly fleabitten grey mare, Celina cheerfully bid her four-legged companions good morning.
After feeding her small herd of tamed mustangs and throwing hay to some of those who had yet to discover the joy of grain and apples, Celina moved into the tack room. It was a large room with numerous saddle racks. However, since her family had moved on, only three of the thirty racks were occupied. "Perhaps I should look into getting some boarders..." The thought voiced itself, but she pushed it aside quickly. That was too dangerous. What if the vampires discovered her home in the mountains? What if they decided to take their hatred of her out on the humans who kept their beloved horses here?
Shuddering, Celina pulled her favorite trail saddle from its home and exited the room. She dreamed desperately of remodeling the barn's upper loft into a house so that vampires would need an invitation to enter the entire barn. But she had no experience in carpentry or home renovation, and so her dream sat idly by as the years passed on. If she one dya managed to fix the loft into a home, she could have people live in the big house and keep their horses here - with no worry on her part. But until that day, she'd have to stay in the large manor house, alone. Grooming the jet black stud and saddling him up, she led him out and locked up the barn. Pulling into the saddle, she pointed Phoenix in the direction of the town she lived above and clucked to him.
It wasn't a terribly long ride to the town - only an hour or so by horseback. Phoenix walked politely along the sidewalk, obediently keeping to himself. It wasn't a rare sight to see a person on a horse, but it wasn't exactly common in most places either. In New River, Tennessee - population three hundred and thirty-three - however, seeing Celina was a daily event. She was the nice girl whose family had mysteriously vanished, leaving her behind. All the old biddies clucked in pity for her, and the feedstore gents were always sweet to her, giving her a piece of candy or a cup of sweet tea as if it would soothe the ache in her heart.
Today Celina waved as Bow Redman, the farrier in town, rode by in his beat up, old red Chevy pickup. Nina, at the confections shop, stepped out and handed her some fresh made divinity - a recipe she was testing for the upcoming Christmas holiday season. Everywhere she looked were people she had come to know and love. These people were under her protection, from any threat - supernatural or otherwise - as ridiculous as it might seem. Celina had been trained from a very young age to wield a variety of weapons, and so even though no one in the town knew what she could do, she did. And she trusted in the knowledge that she could defend those she cared for, even if some of those said people had abandoned her to her fate in the small town. Glancing over to the lone bus stop in town, run down and unused, Celina found herself immensely surprised. There getting off a bus - the first to actually stop in years - was a young man with a bag slung over his shoulders.
Notes: So I hope it's okay I moved him there like that. I didn't know how else to give you an opening. Lemme know if I need to fix it. Also, I was thinking since they don't have an actual hotel, that maybe the townsfolk send him up to Celina's house since it's huge and he could stay there?
Sliding the barn doors open in a familiar motion, she entered the structure and was greated by several square-headed, thick jawed horses. Being a native of England, it had taken Celina some time to ween herself off the appearance of a Hackney horse, but she'd thoroughly fallen in love with the mustang. Her favorite, Phoenix, stood proudly in his stall, awaiting her inevitable attention. His bright brown eyes watched her with what she swore was a glint of mischief. He was a handful for sure, but she'd raised the now five year old stud from a colt of only a year. Scratching the forehead of an elderly fleabitten grey mare, Celina cheerfully bid her four-legged companions good morning.
After feeding her small herd of tamed mustangs and throwing hay to some of those who had yet to discover the joy of grain and apples, Celina moved into the tack room. It was a large room with numerous saddle racks. However, since her family had moved on, only three of the thirty racks were occupied. "Perhaps I should look into getting some boarders..." The thought voiced itself, but she pushed it aside quickly. That was too dangerous. What if the vampires discovered her home in the mountains? What if they decided to take their hatred of her out on the humans who kept their beloved horses here?
Shuddering, Celina pulled her favorite trail saddle from its home and exited the room. She dreamed desperately of remodeling the barn's upper loft into a house so that vampires would need an invitation to enter the entire barn. But she had no experience in carpentry or home renovation, and so her dream sat idly by as the years passed on. If she one dya managed to fix the loft into a home, she could have people live in the big house and keep their horses here - with no worry on her part. But until that day, she'd have to stay in the large manor house, alone. Grooming the jet black stud and saddling him up, she led him out and locked up the barn. Pulling into the saddle, she pointed Phoenix in the direction of the town she lived above and clucked to him.
It wasn't a terribly long ride to the town - only an hour or so by horseback. Phoenix walked politely along the sidewalk, obediently keeping to himself. It wasn't a rare sight to see a person on a horse, but it wasn't exactly common in most places either. In New River, Tennessee - population three hundred and thirty-three - however, seeing Celina was a daily event. She was the nice girl whose family had mysteriously vanished, leaving her behind. All the old biddies clucked in pity for her, and the feedstore gents were always sweet to her, giving her a piece of candy or a cup of sweet tea as if it would soothe the ache in her heart.
Today Celina waved as Bow Redman, the farrier in town, rode by in his beat up, old red Chevy pickup. Nina, at the confections shop, stepped out and handed her some fresh made divinity - a recipe she was testing for the upcoming Christmas holiday season. Everywhere she looked were people she had come to know and love. These people were under her protection, from any threat - supernatural or otherwise - as ridiculous as it might seem. Celina had been trained from a very young age to wield a variety of weapons, and so even though no one in the town knew what she could do, she did. And she trusted in the knowledge that she could defend those she cared for, even if some of those said people had abandoned her to her fate in the small town. Glancing over to the lone bus stop in town, run down and unused, Celina found herself immensely surprised. There getting off a bus - the first to actually stop in years - was a young man with a bag slung over his shoulders.
Notes: So I hope it's okay I moved him there like that. I didn't know how else to give you an opening. Lemme know if I need to fix it. Also, I was thinking since they don't have an actual hotel, that maybe the townsfolk send him up to Celina's house since it's huge and he could stay there?
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