Post by Anastasia Hart on May 30, 2010 22:47:15 GMT -5
Ana was trying to face each day as a new beginning. It was best that way, both for her, and for her young son, Tristan. Why dwell on the past? Moving here was the first large step Ana had made in leaving all of that behind, and taking on each day with a clean slate was her idea of making the transition a bit easier for the two of them. Day one, Ana had been moving in mostly and had taken a drive around with Tristan, just generally learning the new surroundings, day two was a little bit of shopping and meeting a few new faces, day three was the park, which both of them loved and day four had just begun. Ana was thinking of taking Tristan to the Humane Society to get a puppy, but she figured dog proofing the house before then would be the good idea. So instead, Ana decided to head to a place both she and her son knew very well; the barn.
Back home, Ana's family owned a very successful riding stable in the area- meaning, Ana was at the barn almost everyday of her life, whether it was watching the stable hands feed before school, mucking stalls after school, riding her favorite horses as the sun was setting, sitting on the hay and just thinking, or her favorite; watching the horses in the pasture. There was something unbelievably peaceful about a horse rolling in a field with its friends near-by. When Ana was feeling down, she would often sit at the edge of the fence of a pasture, sometimes even inside the fence, depending on the horse and would just sit and watch. Ana swore she could do it for hours- and she had sometimes. Especially when she was pregnant. She found herself depressed often during those times because of how the relationship with the father of her baby had been going, and Ana found comfort in watching her horses running and playing in the light and dark without a care in the world.
Tristan had become quite used to do doing this as well, as even after he was born, Ana would bring him out with her, no matter the weather or time of day. It had become almost a type of bonding for Ana and Tristan, and it became something Ana looked forward too, and she liked to think Tristan felt the same way. So, as Ana was trying to think of methods to help Tristan feel more at home, she suddenly thought of this, not even believing she had forgotten. Ana prepared to set out for the barn early on day four in her new home, setting her alarm early enough so she and Tristan could catch the sunrise. Although, as they woke up, neither of them were happy, but once they arrived, Ana could tell Tristan was excited and she was pretty excited as well. She had been sure to dress herself and Tristan warmly enough for the weather, especially this early, and stopped by the barn to let Tristan pet a few horses before heading out to the pasture.
Ana searched around and found her bay Thoroughbred stallion, Irish easily. He was having fun with some of his new friends, even at this time in the morning. Ana smiled and walked over near the gate. She set a blanket down and sat right beside the fence, Tristan in her lap. His eyes were bright, and he watched the horses curiously, just as he always did at home when they would do this. It made Ana happy to see Tristan acting the same way at home even though he was in a new place. Ana leaned her head against a fence post and watched the horses as they would trot back in forth, occasionally go for a drink of water, graze, and nip playfully at one another. The sun was slowly rising, creating shadows for each of the horses, and a beautiful array of colors in the sky, before the sun was halfway up, Tristan had fallen asleep in Ana's arms, but she didn't mind at all, she was getting rather tired herself actually, the coffee she had brought in a thermos seemed to be helping her with that, though.
Not too long after that, Irish came over for a visit. He may be a very tall, sometimes high strung and intimidating stallion, but he loved Tristan. Irish was gentle as can be with the child, it was miraculous considering his temper when he was ridden sometimes. The horse investigated by sniffing Ana's hair and blowing some air from his nose at Tristan. It managed to wake the boy from his sleep and get an easy, light laugh. Tristan also reached his hand up, to which the horse blew more air from his nose with an added snort, causing more laughter from the young boy. Ana began to laugh as well, just about the same time Irish had become bored and trotted away, which soon turned into a canter, and then a gallop, with an added playful buck. Ana smiled and she looked down at Tristan, who was already asleep again. Ana leaned her head back onto the fence post and smiled as she slowly dozed off into a light, but well-needed nap.
Back home, Ana's family owned a very successful riding stable in the area- meaning, Ana was at the barn almost everyday of her life, whether it was watching the stable hands feed before school, mucking stalls after school, riding her favorite horses as the sun was setting, sitting on the hay and just thinking, or her favorite; watching the horses in the pasture. There was something unbelievably peaceful about a horse rolling in a field with its friends near-by. When Ana was feeling down, she would often sit at the edge of the fence of a pasture, sometimes even inside the fence, depending on the horse and would just sit and watch. Ana swore she could do it for hours- and she had sometimes. Especially when she was pregnant. She found herself depressed often during those times because of how the relationship with the father of her baby had been going, and Ana found comfort in watching her horses running and playing in the light and dark without a care in the world.
Tristan had become quite used to do doing this as well, as even after he was born, Ana would bring him out with her, no matter the weather or time of day. It had become almost a type of bonding for Ana and Tristan, and it became something Ana looked forward too, and she liked to think Tristan felt the same way. So, as Ana was trying to think of methods to help Tristan feel more at home, she suddenly thought of this, not even believing she had forgotten. Ana prepared to set out for the barn early on day four in her new home, setting her alarm early enough so she and Tristan could catch the sunrise. Although, as they woke up, neither of them were happy, but once they arrived, Ana could tell Tristan was excited and she was pretty excited as well. She had been sure to dress herself and Tristan warmly enough for the weather, especially this early, and stopped by the barn to let Tristan pet a few horses before heading out to the pasture.
Ana searched around and found her bay Thoroughbred stallion, Irish easily. He was having fun with some of his new friends, even at this time in the morning. Ana smiled and walked over near the gate. She set a blanket down and sat right beside the fence, Tristan in her lap. His eyes were bright, and he watched the horses curiously, just as he always did at home when they would do this. It made Ana happy to see Tristan acting the same way at home even though he was in a new place. Ana leaned her head against a fence post and watched the horses as they would trot back in forth, occasionally go for a drink of water, graze, and nip playfully at one another. The sun was slowly rising, creating shadows for each of the horses, and a beautiful array of colors in the sky, before the sun was halfway up, Tristan had fallen asleep in Ana's arms, but she didn't mind at all, she was getting rather tired herself actually, the coffee she had brought in a thermos seemed to be helping her with that, though.
Not too long after that, Irish came over for a visit. He may be a very tall, sometimes high strung and intimidating stallion, but he loved Tristan. Irish was gentle as can be with the child, it was miraculous considering his temper when he was ridden sometimes. The horse investigated by sniffing Ana's hair and blowing some air from his nose at Tristan. It managed to wake the boy from his sleep and get an easy, light laugh. Tristan also reached his hand up, to which the horse blew more air from his nose with an added snort, causing more laughter from the young boy. Ana began to laugh as well, just about the same time Irish had become bored and trotted away, which soon turned into a canter, and then a gallop, with an added playful buck. Ana smiled and she looked down at Tristan, who was already asleep again. Ana leaned her head back onto the fence post and smiled as she slowly dozed off into a light, but well-needed nap.
