RP : Returning, Revamping and Reconnecting
Date: May 8, 2011
Characters: Ainsley Ford, Rori Milburn
Location: Iron Hollow Farm
Status: Semi-Private (ping to play if you’re interested - open to phone calls and emails)
Summary: Ainsley and Rori reconnect at the farm after time away solving other people’s problems.
Completion: Incomplete
Ainsley tossed her duffle bag into a corner in the library, considered kicking the heavy walnut desk and deciding that swearing a blue streak would be a less painful option. Letting Sean convince her to make the trip back to Sterling Creek had been a colossal mistake, especially since he’d warned her that news of the divorce from Thomas had spread through the town like wildfire. Agreeing to see Matt had been a bigger mistake - actually seeing him was a disaster of epic proportions.
Obligations fulfilled, Ainsley had fled back to Texas. She’d talked briefly with Rori, who had also been fleeing her own issues. The farm was in good hands, and the foals were carefully monitored around the clock. Ainsley had called Clint Norris and caught the first flight from Georgia to Amarillo.
The fires had flared, more homes and animals were endangered, and now the damned federal government was claiming Texas didn’t qualify for federal disaster relief funding.
Grinding her teeth, Ainsley swore in the old Gullah words she’d been taught as a child. It wasn’t quite as satisfying as kicking something, but it was better than broken toes. Sighing heavily, she left the house and headed for the barn. A long, hard ride on Altair was the best possible remedy she could think of.
Characters: Ainsley Ford, Rori Milburn
Location: Iron Hollow Farm
Status: Semi-Private (ping to play if you’re interested - open to phone calls and emails)
Summary: Ainsley and Rori reconnect at the farm after time away solving other people’s problems.
Completion: Incomplete
Ainsley tossed her duffle bag into a corner in the library, considered kicking the heavy walnut desk and deciding that swearing a blue streak would be a less painful option. Letting Sean convince her to make the trip back to Sterling Creek had been a colossal mistake, especially since he’d warned her that news of the divorce from Thomas had spread through the town like wildfire. Agreeing to see Matt had been a bigger mistake - actually seeing him was a disaster of epic proportions.
Obligations fulfilled, Ainsley had fled back to Texas. She’d talked briefly with Rori, who had also been fleeing her own issues. The farm was in good hands, and the foals were carefully monitored around the clock. Ainsley had called Clint Norris and caught the first flight from Georgia to Amarillo.
The fires had flared, more homes and animals were endangered, and now the damned federal government was claiming Texas didn’t qualify for federal disaster relief funding.
Grinding her teeth, Ainsley swore in the old Gullah words she’d been taught as a child. It wasn’t quite as satisfying as kicking something, but it was better than broken toes. Sighing heavily, she left the house and headed for the barn. A long, hard ride on Altair was the best possible remedy she could think of.