Log Sixteen
Looks like the journals aren't gibberish now, so I'll try this again.
All of the ice melted and now soil everywhere turned to mud, which is getting tracked everywhere. I don't envy Housekeeping for having to clean that up.
I've been spending a lot of time at the stables recently. I'm not Windmere's dedicated rider anymore. She's free for the next newbie. Now I'm trying to work with Chinook, who's younger and a bit - twitchier, I suppose, though not as bad as the grooms were saying. Haven't been hurt yet.
[there is a pause.]
Biggs, that... was an interesting dream. Very familiar. The whole thing just felt so wrong, though.
- Rogue
All of the ice melted and now soil everywhere turned to mud, which is getting tracked everywhere. I don't envy Housekeeping for having to clean that up.
I've been spending a lot of time at the stables recently. I'm not Windmere's dedicated rider anymore. She's free for the next newbie. Now I'm trying to work with Chinook, who's younger and a bit - twitchier, I suppose, though not as bad as the grooms were saying. Haven't been hurt yet.
[there is a pause.]
Biggs, that... was an interesting dream. Very familiar. The whole thing just felt so wrong, though.
- Rogue