Autumn Pt. 1
On a roll! This update was so big I had to split it into two parts!
She'd arrived in Germany the day prior and had spent much of her time settling in, unloading Miribelle's ever growing collection of rugs - most, she thought with a minor twinge, borrowed from Cobhar - and trying her best to mingle with primary school level German and excessive gesticulating. Eowyn had never been one for settling in one place for too long, for years she'd enjoyed her career as a means to travel and for a while it had been enough; a quick trip across the continent a balm for her restless soul, but following the 'retirement' she'd grown stagnant, stale, cooped up in the dusty confines of her office. One prissy pony club kid after another, all seeking a dream She grew ever the more distant and increasingly left the integral running of the business to Logan, barely bothering to sign her name at the bottom of necessary papers when prompted. So when she heard whispering involving a certain German stud, which just so happened to be the birthplace of a certain German mare... well, she said her goodbyes Monday and was 39,000 feet in the air by Wednesday.
Madeline was young, eager and fresh in the equine business; she was still full of that sunny positivity and childlike adoration of anything with four hooves and a whinny - a small part of Eowyn wanted nothing but to crush it, and fast. She'd introduced herself before she'd even unloaded Miribelle, hoisting her tack onto her arm without word and acting every bit the adoring student. A lackey was always useful, but when they stuck to your side like a limpit and asked you 300 questions an hour.. well, it got a bit tiring. The younger blonde watched Eowyn's every movement, every action with a keen, unwavering attention, as if by staring she'd somehow unravel the secrets to success. As soon as she caught scent that Eowyn had planned to explore the surrounding countryside the next morning.. well, she was bright eyed and bushy tailed by 6am the very next day, boots freshly waxed and tack gleaming.
Her mare was a familiar grey, the very same who had temporarily joined the Rosehill show team following Harvey's untimely lameness. By all accounts she was fiesty and hotblooded, but in the younger girls hands she seemed to melt like butter. She stood placidly, seemingly half asleep whilst Belle did her best giraffe impression; trying to crane her neck over the fences and doubtlessly into the rolling green fields ahead where a small herd of horses grazed in the golden sunlight.
world, stables and basically everything than belle and the sims belongs to Aliisa, who's game im shamelessly living in