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Elle and Mias: Chapter 20Elle's fingers slowly turned her teacup around in her hands that afternoon as she watched the horses in the pasture. The owners of the estate, a middle aged couple who bred and trained horses as a full time hobby, offered them lunch on the veranda, which Mias and Elle gratefully accepted.Elle and Mias: Chapter 20 by SuirenShinju
Ares had been unhitched from the coach and allowed into the pasture with the other horses, but his sights remained focus on the white mare he had been introduced to earlier. He trotted behind her, whinnying and trying to catch her attention, but the mare never once replied and simply kept putting distance between them.
"She doesn't seem to care for him at all," Elle commented.
"The owners told me she was a difficult filly to break," Mias said before chewing on a bit of bread.
"Maybe she just doesn't like the idea of being forcibly paired with a mate she barely knows," Elle suggested, her tone hinting at the parallels between the horse and herself.
Mias looked at her for a moment before chuckling, "I s
Elle and Mias: Chapter 19"Oh, wow " Elle's mouth stood agape as she poked her head out the carriage window as they approached the city by the sea.Elle and Mias: Chapter 19 by SuirenShinju
A breath of healthy wind blew past her face and Elle found her heart nostalgic for her homeland, for only a moment. The air was crisper, cleaner than the polluted clouds that too often hung over England and brought only gray weather. Here the sky was bright blue with hardly any clouds reflecting in the crystal clear water.
It seemed almost mysterious for a place to hold such beauty while supporting a populous Elle would guess numbered in the tens of thousands. Wooden docks outlined most of the shore line as Ares trotted into the city along the coastal road. Facing the docks were several two and three story buildings whose ground floors all seemed to be devoted to business. Elle could smell the pungent stink of a fish stand, the gentle aroma of a bakery, and of course the merry scent of a pub and its happy patrons.
"The main thoroughfare is primarily filled with