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Cloud stands on her back legs, cuddling into your soft mane for a bit as a greeting.
When the lights went out and the sun had gone, the moon had shown itself to the small town. Within the small town there was housed a girl, she was beautiful but she worked hard every day, so her beauty was masked by dirt and smoke. There was a high Lord over the town, he was brave, strong, handsome, and kind. But among these, he was broken and sad, a dream had come to him one night and it made his soul feel empty. "I must find someone I can share this emptiness with." He determined, so off he went, looking through the lands to find someone to share this empty feeling with. While he was away, he had hired the beautiful girl to care for his two horses that he left behind.
Each afternoon she would arrive at his stables and take care of their needs, then she took time with each horse, a black horse and a buckskin horse, and she groomed them each until their coats were soft and shiny. When the Lord returned, his empty soul still in his chest, he brought his brown horse into his stables. He looked over and saw the girl, his face went pail. The black horse she was grooming, it was beautiful, more beautiful than he had ever seen it before. "You there, peasant girl, my horse looks beautiful! How did you do this?" He asked, admiring the beast and stroking it's soft neck. She knelt down and said with such a quiet voice, "Sir, 'twas not me that made the horse beautiful. It was already beautiful, it was only covered in the filth of the earth, so I brushed them each day until their coats shined in the light of the sun." He looked down at the girl, something about all the dirt on her made him want to pay her something for her loyal work.
"Go into my house and have my servant fetch you a bath, clean yourself and put to use any clothes in my house you take a liking to. Then we shall feast and that shall be your payment for such loyalty." She smiled and went to the house and did as he had commanded. She had found simple clothes to wear, they were soft, black jeans and a dark blue shirt that was slightly snug around her waist but with long, draping sleeves. She sat down at the long oak table and gazed about at the color and decorations of the dinning room, everything in his house was expensive and charming to the eyes. When he entered the room, his eyes lay upon his guest, her soft, brown hair draped over her shoulders with such grace. He was charmed by her simple beauty. He recognized himself standing awkwardly in the doorway and strode to his place next to her, his seat on the end of the table, taking much pride in his position. A few servants came in single file lines, carrying silver trays of glamorous foods. The girl's eyes widened with such surprise at the amount of food the had to offer. The feast began, the Lord cutting slices of glazed ham for him and the girl, conversation quickly started, though it was a bit awkward.
"So," He began, trying to keep his eyes on the task of cutting food. "Have you lived in the town long?"
She shook her head and waited patiently for him to serve her. "I have been cast here from a few years ago, my horse ran away and I was stranded for two days, but was soon dave when I had traveled into this town. And the people being so kind, took me in and helped me get a house and find work."
"My, what a tale." He replied as he placed two thin slices of the ham on her dazzling china plate.
"And, your name?" He was flustered with himself that he had not asked her name from when he hired her.
"My name is Kayla, my mother Hilda and my father Jackson. Both dead now, I assume." She picked up her silver fork and gently places a piece of food into her mouth.
"So I see." He sympathized after taking a bite of food.
"Married I assume not, Kayla?" He asked, nearly choking on his pride.
"Me? Marry?" She blushed and smiled, doubting herself. "No my Lord, I shan't marry a man."
"And why not?" He asked, his voice raised slightly in astonishment from such a confusing comment.
"Well. . .
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