The Gig, Monday Afternoon
Angelica had reappeared Sunday exactly where she'd vanished from: the stables at the Gig, attempting to lead Duke out to join the other horses so she could get them all to the safety of the school stables. But as she stepped into the coral, it was suddenly dark but normal, no force field, no threatening blackness beyond it.
Thoroughly confused, she'd returned the horses to their stables and headed back to the school to find out what was going on, then made some happy phone calls to home to find everything was back to normal there, too. So she was in a much better mood this afternoon when she returned to the Gig to tend to the horses. Well, with the exception of the powder sugar falling from the skies and turning into a sticky mess in her hair. Today was going to be an indoor day, it seemed.
Thoroughly confused, she'd returned the horses to their stables and headed back to the school to find out what was going on, then made some happy phone calls to home to find everything was back to normal there, too. So she was in a much better mood this afternoon when she returned to the Gig to tend to the horses. Well, with the exception of the powder sugar falling from the skies and turning into a sticky mess in her hair. Today was going to be an indoor day, it seemed.