Stable boy

Sylva is alone in the world. She lives in a manor with her mom but still her mom wants her to live on high society. She can't, not with having to marry Hash in a year or with her love of horses. Then she meets Jane. A girl hiding in her stables, together they start on a journey to freedom.

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20. 20

The next day I was back to my old routine.  

Jane was waiting for me at the stable.  “Come on he’s in the back pasture,” she whispered.

“I never thought I would anything more risky than man the pulley alone,” I said.

“True, but you got to live while you're alive,” answered Jane.

“How?” I asked trying to figure out what that meant.

“I've seen battle and blood, I know human nature,” she said.

There was something about her that I could just not put my finger on.

“You first,” she said when we reached the stallion.

I walked the edge of the field.  These hills where nice.  The wind was cool in the humid morning air.  Every blade of grass was out of place, I loved it.

When I found the stallion Jane took over.  She climbed over the fence and stood there.  I walked back a few yards and sat cross legged on the grass, it was like a blanket.

Jane took a few steps towards the stallion and looked down.  Rebel pricked his ears at her.  Jane moved closer and went off to the side a bit.  Rebel moved towards her.  No horse would be that receptive of me.  Jane moved closer till all of rebel’s mussels were quivering with the urge to run.  Then she sat and started making a chain of flowers.  That is what I would have done.

The sun saw almost up, along with the time I could be here.  Rebel walked up to Jane and sniffed her all over.

“Good boy,” she praised softly.

Then he looked right at me.  Time stood still.  The world kept moving around me, it was so noticeable yet it made me so small.  Being small though did not matter.  

At some point I must have been moving towards him.  The next thing I knew I was reaching out to his soft face.  Rebel huffed softly.  I lowered my head and let him sniff.  Once he pulled back I reached up and stroked his face.  Rebel bowed his head and I let my cheek rest on his nose.  Jane came up the side and started to groom his cout with her hands.

I lost track of time.  When Jane finished it was well past breakfast.

“Come on,” she said.

“Bey Rebel,” I said.

Then we walked down the hill.

“We our both so late,” I said.

“It was worth it though, even if the punishment is mucking all the stalls,” answered Jane.

“I will have to lie to mom,” I told her.

“You are a terrible liery,” said June seriously.

“My mom is terrible at reading people,” I answered.

“She had better be, because we won’t need to be late again,” responded June.

“I still can’t believe you're a girl,” I said.

“Believe it,” she said with challenge.

I looked at her facial expressions, trying to size her up.  June’s face showed nothing.

“What?” she asked when she saw me looking at her.

“How do you always have a poker face?” I asked.

“Life,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

I got no answer.

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