I cant even find my way around the top floor of my house, I dont have the sense of direction for an accurate map))

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully, and Elowyn was rather glad she didn't have to cross paths with Dante again. She wasn't very good with new people, much less... men. Tall, strong men were even worse. Of course, he seemed to check all three categories, which meant she was completely fine to pretend he didn't exist.

She had a quick dinner consisting of leftover pasta before she went outside to end her night with the horses. She was stroking a rather large chestnut mare, leaning quietly on the stall door as she did so. She was cooing softly to the creature, somewhere between baby-talk and humming.

I keep thinking I have a terrible memory and then I think to myself

I have friends like you))

Dante was quite tired, but wanted to go shamelessly run and play with his new horses. Or the cows but yknow. The cows were further away. He couldn't bring himself to do it in broad daylight. This place didn't feel like home. At all. Plus night is much funner.

He walked outside, the stupid squeaky door doing its thing. He walked out to the barn casually. They seemed to be in a bit of a colder spell for late spring. He was in a light, teal jacket. Hands in his pockets.

He peeked in the barn, seeing as how the lights were still on. He went out of his way to get to the other side after seeing she was closer to where he was. He crept in, getting a wicker from a sporty bay. He shushed him, approaching. Hand out to greet the gelding.

I barely looked at that map, you can't scold me for that- you also didnt explain it very well

But honestly I cant correct you))

Elowyn vaguely heard footsteps, glancing around and squinting at the dusky atmosphere outside. She didn't see anyone, so she simply kept on stroking her mare. She did, at least, cease the cooing. She blinked when a figure entered from the opposite side of the barn, glancing over to find Dante with a gelding. She stiffened slightly, straightening up off the stall and shifting her stance. She looked him over for a few moments, then promptly decided it wasn't worth the awkward scenario.

She planted a soft kiss against the mare's muzzle, murmuring a good night to the horse and heading back inside the main house to her room.

I made a map ..SO I WOULDNT HAVE TO))

Dante was a little glad she left, being alone made him far more at ease. At least he hopefully was alone. He leaned against the stall, it had suh a warm tone to the lights it didn't feel quite like a barn.

He let the soft lips of the gelding brush against the back of his hand, turning over to show his palm. Smiling at the sensation, sighing. He grew a more serious look. Feeling like he was watched. He shut his eyes, thankful for the soft fur on the bay's neck.

The large eyeball inches away from his own was a in a way comforting, so soft. He could see his own reflection in it too. Dante let go of the pleasant horse, sighing again. Back to his room. Hopefully he could get used to this someday. The silence was what got him most. There were almost no cars passing by nor the constant chatter of people crowding the streets. He shivered sliightly.

At least his bed was nice.

The next day started early, as always. She dragged herself out of bed reluctantly, constantly repeating the phrase I love my job, so she couldn't convince herself to lay back down. It's amazing how waking up early never gets any easier.

She had showered last night, so her hair was shiny and slightly wavy from the braid it had been in. After finishing up her basic hygiene, she tossed on a tank top and a long-sleeved, muted flannel with jeans. Humming faintly to herself, she headed down the stairs to make herself a quick breakfast consisting of a bagel and leftover bacon, scrolling through her phone to check the multiple texts as she ate. She essentially managed the barn, so naturally, she was always bombarded with questions.

On the other hand, Dante's started out a little later, barely long enough to have done some paperwork before lunch was called. He probably looked something awful when he came downstairs and fetched a sandwich. Based mostly on the looks he got, which he didn't notice.

He went back to his room, ate, washed his face and picked out jeans and a slightly too big tee. Which was about all he had in possession at the moment actually.

He intended to go outside, looking out the window longingly, but his eyes lingered on the road as if soemthing was going to come over the hill or from around the bend as he stood there. He took a deep breath and pried himself from the window to head outside- taking his dish with him of course to give back when he passed by the cafeteria.

Elowyn didn't trouble herself with wondering where her new 'boss' was. Usually, before the ranch was sold, the owner was up, at the latest, by the end of breakfast. But oh well; right? Not like she cared.

She threw her hair into a ponytail and thumbed out quick, short responses to the inquiries from other ranchhands as she walked to wash her dishes and put them up quickly. After that, it was out to deal with normal barn chores. Besides that and a quickly mended broken fence, her time until lunch passed quickly. She made her way toward the house when a coworker stopped her, asking her to take over a lesson for someone else, since apparently they were sick. Great. So; without eating anything (which she wasn't nearly as bitter about as she was about teaching a lesson), she made her way out to the barn to help the little child waiting there with a horse. She pasted on a falsely patient face, looking more docile than she probably had in years. Trying to pretend She didn't hate every second of this, she led the child out to the indoor arena, visible from a few windows in the main house.