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[for Chase]
May. 15th, 2014 03:25 pmIt's kind of the default response, isn't it?
'What do you want for your birthday?'
'A pony.'
Wren is a bit more impressive than a pony. We're still getting used to each other, if I'm being honest. I don't know where the island shops for its annual New Year's gifts, but I guess anything that's brought to Tabula Rasa needs an adjustment period. So we have a routine -- when she's groomed, when she's fed, when I take her out for a run.
Lucky's sitting on the steps in front of my cottage, watching as I run a brush through Wren's mane. He's been quiet all afternoon, but I turn when I hear the beginnings of a bark sit low in his throat. It's not until he bolts away that I realize we have company.
"Hey, Chase," I call out, shaking my head in amusement as Lucky jumps up to greet him.
'What do you want for your birthday?'
'A pony.'
Wren is a bit more impressive than a pony. We're still getting used to each other, if I'm being honest. I don't know where the island shops for its annual New Year's gifts, but I guess anything that's brought to Tabula Rasa needs an adjustment period. So we have a routine -- when she's groomed, when she's fed, when I take her out for a run.
Lucky's sitting on the steps in front of my cottage, watching as I run a brush through Wren's mane. He's been quiet all afternoon, but I turn when I hear the beginnings of a bark sit low in his throat. It's not until he bolts away that I realize we have company.
"Hey, Chase," I call out, shaking my head in amusement as Lucky jumps up to greet him.