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Once again, Susan has taken refuge from her worries and from her growing restlessness in stable-work -- both those tasks which are needed and those which are perhaps less necessary, say true.
The stalls are clean, the stock groomed and tended, and the tack seen to. Susan's sitting at the workbench writing in the ledger that contains the daily records -- feed used and hay stored, all the small details that are needed for a properly-run stable.
As she reaches up to replace the record, her glance falls on a small pink pony-- itself standing at the end of the shelf, almost as if to guard the books found there. A sudden, mischievous smile appears, and Susan quickly gets up and leaves the stable.
When she returns, she's carrying a scrap of paper from the Bar, of the sort that she uses for translation work when she's uncertain of the common lettering. Susan resumes her seat and takes down another ledger-- this one the stockline record.
With painstaking care, she adds another line, and blows on the ink to dry it before replacing this ledger on the shelf as well.
Smiling brightly now, Susan leaves the stable for the bar -- but not without giving the little pony a gentle pat on the head, first.
The stalls are clean, the stock groomed and tended, and the tack seen to. Susan's sitting at the workbench writing in the ledger that contains the daily records -- feed used and hay stored, all the small details that are needed for a properly-run stable.
As she reaches up to replace the record, her glance falls on a small pink pony-- itself standing at the end of the shelf, almost as if to guard the books found there. A sudden, mischievous smile appears, and Susan quickly gets up and leaves the stable.
When she returns, she's carrying a scrap of paper from the Bar, of the sort that she uses for translation work when she's uncertain of the common lettering. Susan resumes her seat and takes down another ledger-- this one the stockline record.
With painstaking care, she adds another line, and blows on the ink to dry it before replacing this ledger on the shelf as well.
Smiling brightly now, Susan leaves the stable for the bar -- but not without giving the little pony a gentle pat on the head, first.