Deciding on her path, she set off. If she was quick, she could still make a good impression as she waited outside. Walking to the doors beside the co...nter, accompanied by the loud sound of clicking heals; she bumped her way into the area marked as Admissions on the sign above the door.It was, as she had expected, a much more utilitarian place. The main entrance might have been designed to impress clients, but this area was the sort of no nonsense area that one would expect from a hospital. . . There in the valley, tall wild unkempt grasses sway in the breeze. Wild flowers of every color tangle in the ocean of green. There, sitting in the center of the field sits a figure. She appears closer somehow, as you try to focus on her. Her equine legs are tucked up under her, the sunlight dapples off of her shining muscular flanks, the strong lines of her back are almost but not quite hidden by her long thick curly copper hair that the breeze plays with.Her head is bent at some task... a. I heard him call into the microphone on the side of the pump. "Hey, can someone give me a hand this pump's not working."The speaker crackled back. "It should be fine." A girl's voice. "Try again"My companion, Harry, spoke again. "No, not a thing."More crackles. "Hang on I'll come and have a look." That was my cue, I shuffled across to the driver's seat. I watched as the girl locked the shop behind her and then half walked, half ran towards us, walking round the van to where Harry was standing. Think maybe he already figure he not gonna get it. He leave, I cry little, my room. Then I think of Riis.Like magic, he call.My call-ID got from Sami, Kitten Klan too. Sami gy and Riis quick friends. He ask, she tell. (Buy Sami soda.) Later she tattle me he ask too if me-Een longtime? She go no. She go, maybe not so solid, Een-me.We talk. Why home, not out party, Riis go. School I say back. What, he say, not believe me. Hears me good, knows something up. What? I cry, Een-me done. We rase it. Oh.