Post by venice on Jul 22, 2013 18:18:35 GMT -6
| [atrb=valign, top] The sun has risen high into the cloudless sky by the time Venice meanders onto her front porch and pulls her hair into a braid at the nape of her neck, hazel eyes gazing across her land. Her crops are doing alright this year, despite Venice’s lackadaisical methods of keeping them alive, but she’d just plucked a group of flowers recently from the ground to keep in her home and there are patches of sparse vegetation in areas of the tilled land. She’d planned the trip yesterday, sometime between dinner and falling asleep, but now that she’s in the warm sun, she really just wants to lie in the grass and watch the clouds, maybe weave a few bracelets as she rests. Instead, she brings her shoulders taut and steps onto the fields around her home, adjusting her hair so the braid falls over one shoulder, and starts in the direction of Narcissus Ranch. Past the ranch is the seed and livestock store, which is Venice’s destination; she intends to purchase sunflower seeds, and that’s the only place on the peninsula she can buy them -- and even if it wasn’t, Venice would still purchase her wares from there. The owners are friendly and Venice is on good terms with the clerks, always lingering to chat about her day, listening when it’s her turn to. The walk is a relatively short one, pleasant due to the kind breeze, and before she knows it, the seed and livestock store is in her sights, appearing over the top of the hill. On any normal day, the animals are grazing in the pastures behind the shop, soaking in the afternoon sun, having lively conversations in between their meal of emerald colored grass. Today, Venice notices, is different; the gate to the pasture is wide open, swung haphazardly to the side of the fence, and as Venice nears the enclosure, she finds a few cows slowly meandering out in search of better meadows. “Oh my,” Venice murmurs, jogging towards the fence and stopping in front of the cows, who, confused, and disgruntled, slowly turn back. One of the mothers nudges her calf along, and Venice, relieved, pulls the heavy gate closed before any more get the idea of escaping. Upon turning, however, she spots one a few feet away, grazing innocently on some of the flowers growing in the fields. “Ah,” Venice breathes, swiping her bangs from her eyes and walking towards the creature slowly, hoping not to spook it. “Cow, you can’t be out here,” she says, her lilting voice even softer than normal, “I know you don’t mean to, but you’ll hurt the plants,” Venice says, though it seems her words are lost on the farm animal. Blinking, she reaches to pet the creature, maybe soothe it enough that he’ll simply follow her back to the pasture, but the cow moos loudly, almost as though it is offended, and trots off in the opposite direction, further into the crops. “Cow!” Venice calls worriedly, waving the hand that she’d already outstretched, but the animal promptly ignores her, feasting on the leaves of a tomato plant. Deciding it futile to do this alone, Venice rushes back towards the store, the bell tinkling cheerily overhead as she pushes the door open and finds herself inside. “Um, excuse me?” Venice calls, waving down the clerk working there -- Iphigenia, today, a younger girl who is nothing but kind -- as she jogs forward. “Hi,” Venice says as she reaches the register, unable to let her worry keep her from smiling in greeting. “Your pasture gates opened and one of the cows got loose,” Venice explains. “I tried to lead her back, but she wouldn’t listen to me, and I don’t work with animals enough to know what I should do.” Venice tugs at the end of her braid worriedly. “I’m sorry to bring you such bad news, but I’m concerned it’ll get hurt if it wanders too far.” words: 659 tags: iphi ♡ notes: im rlly bad at starting im so sorry credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:500px, bTable] |
