Devil's Tower

Who: Wolf and Gemini
What: building that Sybling-ish bond and leaning on one another
When: Thursday, Early morning
Where: The Farm

Gemini was crying again. She had never been the weepy type, had always been more likely to harden her shoulders and push through her day, but with Libby gone... and Saint somewhere in the unknown... Gemini just couldn't keep her eyes from clouding over these days. She hadn't been able to sleep last night, so she had drug her blanket out into the fields, taken Callum with her, and slept out under the partly cloudy sky. She had stared up at those clouds all night, praying that her loved ones were safe, and that this war would end with her sanity in tact.

Gemini sat up on her blanket to watch the sunrise, leaning against Callum's bulk as the brilliant orange filled the horizon beneath the clouds. Funny how the clouds, like her worry, would smother everything bright that the morning had to offer. It seemed all that Gemini did was worry these days... about Libby and Saint... and about Wolf. She could see the pain in his eyes more clearly than most, saw it on a deeper level that made ever worry line in his young face more pronounced and every frown line deeper. There wasn't much her could do here at the farm... things were so crowded, what with the Carrion and all of the Wolves sharing the space, that no one could ever find the space to think for a few minutes. But Gemini knew what he always though about. They were worrying about the same things. She just wished he would lean on her the way she really needed to lean on him at the moment... the way she had leant on him for days after that horrible nightmare so many weeks ago. Gemini pat Callum on his horse-sized head as she whispered in the early morning light.

"We need each other now, more than ever, Callum... All of us need each other..."

Who: Allison & Brett
When: Just under 4 years ago
Where: Berkely CA
What: The pair meet at a horse show
Rated: PG serious I know but this is before the virus!

Walking was from the food tent Peri was in a good mood. Her parents had been working at a new stable in California and today the horses and riders they had worked with had already won 5 or of 6 classes. The six Peri still though was a rip off considering the horse that he beat it had barely leg-yielded, but as her father said, 'That was the life of showing horses'. Peri had snuck away from her job as groom to grab a bite to eat she knew she had over an hour and a half to have the next horse ready for warm-up and she really only needed 10 or 15 minutes tops considering the horse would blind spectators already.

Peri hadn't exactly gotten what her mother would have considered a complete lunch since the bowl in her hands was full of ice-cream, but Peri would have argued that she needed the energy for the day. The truth was Peri had only so much money she could spend today and she had really wanted the ice cream.

Sitting down on a bench outside of one of the warm-up rings there was no doubt other saw her. She was a fine framed woman who as her mother would say had been overly gifted. She was wearing a blue T-shirt and some ripped off jean shorts, but that didn't hide what her body had become in the last two years. In likeliness she looked a bit out of place watching the horses with a goofy contented lopsided grin on her face and it certainly didn't help that she already had ice cream on her chin. Peri wasn't one to worry about her looks though; no matter how much her mother tried she had never gotten her daughter to wear anything more than lip-gloss.