Ajem and his mass horse strutted up the drive, the stu'd blue eyes flashing and his blue coat dashing. Ajem and Flauw, the handsome two. The strutted like the kind og England, smiling broadly. "Hello?" A seemingly boastful voice called. Ajem.

The door to the cottage opened, revealing a very young woman, not even twenty, holding a baby cradled in her arms. Her long, slender legs were hugged by worn jeans, with dirt and hay on them. A long sleeve, black v neck covered her torso, again with traces of hay, making it obvious she had just finished the barn chores. She brushed a few loose strands of midnight black hair from her face, leaving a fringe across ther brow. Her hazel eyes glanced them over, and she stepped barefoot out onto the steps to the porch. "Yes?"