ooc: second attempt. the first was really good, and the darn thing timed out...so I'm starting from scratch.
She sat on the fence of the eastern pasture, her long violet hair blowing in the gentle breeze. Her green eyes were shaded over, hidden beneath the rim of her cowgirl hat. Her denime jeans were freckled with dirt, and her plain blue tanktop as well. Her boots tapped against the lower railing of the fence as she took in, counted, and named each and every one of the flaming horses in the pasture. She had helped to raise each one since they were born. At her feet, a curious little Ponyta nudged her dropped backpack for a special treat. She smiled down at Blaze, reaching down to extract the apple that the young pokemon smelt.
Before long she began to lower herself from the fence, when there was a disturbance. She heard it first, a deep rumble. When she looked up, her eyes grew wide. The Rapidashes, moments ago so calm, were stampeding. She leapt back upon the fence, calling Blaze into the empty pokeball on her waist to escape. She stood upon the top rung, and gave a loud whistle. The Rapidash ignored the familair call, panic settling in. Some of them brushed against the fence roughly, and she lost her balance. "ah!" She fell into the pasture, gasping as her right ankle crumpled beneath her. Instantaneosly, the Rapidashes either stopped or wheeled around to face her, all snapped back by her cry of pain. Blaze came back out of the pokeball, and nudged her comfortingly. Turani clasped her ankle and gritted her teeth, though she did not cry. In her line of work, one was used to pain...but it still hurt.
Eventually, she used the fence to haul herself back up. She doubted her ankle would support her, but tried anyway. At the first sign of violent shaking, she quickly lifted it back up. "Well, Blaze, looks like it's up to you to get me home." The Ponyta nickered, lowering down so that Turani could climb on her back easier. This caused her to smile at the young pokemon as she wrapped her arms around Blaze's neck and scrambled up with expertise. Blaze stood and took off at a brisk pace, though th eyoung Ponyta was careful not to agitate her wounded trainer. They trotted up to the log cabin that the Nekane's called home. Turani looked up at the massive structure, remembering the tales of how her father had built it from scratch, as well as the rest of the ranch. The walls were made of cedar, and the roof shingles of pine, which was obvious once you stepped inside and the scent of the trees tickled your nose.
The first person who came out to meet Turani was her younger brother, Makoto. His sky blue hair was sloppy, hanging partially in his face as if to hide his green eyes. As Turani watched her brother, she couldn't help but see the image of her father around the young boy. Following after him was the nly member in their family to have their mother's eyes. Little Kader looked up at her with those lilac eyes, violet hair pulled up into pigtails. They both looked worried when they read the expression on her face. Makoto instantly stepped forward to help her down from the Ponyta. Though he was young, he was very intelligent and strong. You had to be strong to live on a ranch. He and Blaze helped her inside, while little Kader was attempting to reach the ice container.
A few moments later, her ankle was wrapped and soaking in a tub of cool water. She sat on a porch swing outside, smiling as she watched her two younger siblings playing in the sunshine. Recently, Makoto had taken to shaping wood. Though all he could make were little dolls, he made quite a few of them. When they were finished, he and Kader would play with them for many hours between chores. As Turani wathced them, she couldn't help but wonder if anyone would come to the gym today...But she rather doubted it. The FlamCry gym was small, and rather unknown. It's badges were accepted in the Indigo Plateau, but few trainer's sought them out. And more and more trainers were leaving the Kanto region. She sighed, shaking her head as she rubbed her ankle.
If business remained this slow, it would becom harder to support her family. With her mother bed-ridden, her siblings relied on her to care and provide for them. She felt as though she were letting them down...She was brought out of her thoughts by Kader's voice. "twani! I picked tese fo mamma!" She claimed happily in her adorable little voice. Turani smiled, standing as she looked at the small bouquet of wildflowers. "They're lovely." She nodded. "Let's go put them in a vase, shall we?" limping slightly, Turani led Kader in the house with Makoto close behind. She placed the flowers in a vase, and gave them back to the little girl. "Let's give them to her." Kader squealed with happiness and led the way to their mother's bedroom near the back of the house. Ever becoming the little gentleman, Makoto dashed in front to open the door for his sisters.
Inside the room, Charlotte Nekane lay in bed. Her long violet hair contrasted greatly with her pale skin. Despite her physical appearance, her eyes sparkled with life as her children came in. "Ah! What lovely flowers!" she smiled softly as Kader set the vase on the nightstand, then scrambled up to sit by their mother. Makoto sat in a chair nearby, and Turani stood...though she kept her injured ankle off of the ground. They talked for a while, until Kader fell asleep. Then Turani noticed the time, and she and Makoto headed out to do the evening chores. She lit the lamps outside, and began calling in the horse pokemon. As they worked, Turani began singing an old Kanto lullaby in a soft soprano voice that seemed to carry on the wind.
She sat on the fence of the eastern pasture, her long violet hair blowing in the gentle breeze. Her green eyes were shaded over, hidden beneath the rim of her cowgirl hat. Her denime jeans were freckled with dirt, and her plain blue tanktop as well. Her boots tapped against the lower railing of the fence as she took in, counted, and named each and every one of the flaming horses in the pasture. She had helped to raise each one since they were born. At her feet, a curious little Ponyta nudged her dropped backpack for a special treat. She smiled down at Blaze, reaching down to extract the apple that the young pokemon smelt.
Before long she began to lower herself from the fence, when there was a disturbance. She heard it first, a deep rumble. When she looked up, her eyes grew wide. The Rapidashes, moments ago so calm, were stampeding. She leapt back upon the fence, calling Blaze into the empty pokeball on her waist to escape. She stood upon the top rung, and gave a loud whistle. The Rapidash ignored the familair call, panic settling in. Some of them brushed against the fence roughly, and she lost her balance. "ah!" She fell into the pasture, gasping as her right ankle crumpled beneath her. Instantaneosly, the Rapidashes either stopped or wheeled around to face her, all snapped back by her cry of pain. Blaze came back out of the pokeball, and nudged her comfortingly. Turani clasped her ankle and gritted her teeth, though she did not cry. In her line of work, one was used to pain...but it still hurt.
Eventually, she used the fence to haul herself back up. She doubted her ankle would support her, but tried anyway. At the first sign of violent shaking, she quickly lifted it back up. "Well, Blaze, looks like it's up to you to get me home." The Ponyta nickered, lowering down so that Turani could climb on her back easier. This caused her to smile at the young pokemon as she wrapped her arms around Blaze's neck and scrambled up with expertise. Blaze stood and took off at a brisk pace, though th eyoung Ponyta was careful not to agitate her wounded trainer. They trotted up to the log cabin that the Nekane's called home. Turani looked up at the massive structure, remembering the tales of how her father had built it from scratch, as well as the rest of the ranch. The walls were made of cedar, and the roof shingles of pine, which was obvious once you stepped inside and the scent of the trees tickled your nose.
The first person who came out to meet Turani was her younger brother, Makoto. His sky blue hair was sloppy, hanging partially in his face as if to hide his green eyes. As Turani watched her brother, she couldn't help but see the image of her father around the young boy. Following after him was the nly member in their family to have their mother's eyes. Little Kader looked up at her with those lilac eyes, violet hair pulled up into pigtails. They both looked worried when they read the expression on her face. Makoto instantly stepped forward to help her down from the Ponyta. Though he was young, he was very intelligent and strong. You had to be strong to live on a ranch. He and Blaze helped her inside, while little Kader was attempting to reach the ice container.
A few moments later, her ankle was wrapped and soaking in a tub of cool water. She sat on a porch swing outside, smiling as she watched her two younger siblings playing in the sunshine. Recently, Makoto had taken to shaping wood. Though all he could make were little dolls, he made quite a few of them. When they were finished, he and Kader would play with them for many hours between chores. As Turani wathced them, she couldn't help but wonder if anyone would come to the gym today...But she rather doubted it. The FlamCry gym was small, and rather unknown. It's badges were accepted in the Indigo Plateau, but few trainer's sought them out. And more and more trainers were leaving the Kanto region. She sighed, shaking her head as she rubbed her ankle.
If business remained this slow, it would becom harder to support her family. With her mother bed-ridden, her siblings relied on her to care and provide for them. She felt as though she were letting them down...She was brought out of her thoughts by Kader's voice. "twani! I picked tese fo mamma!" She claimed happily in her adorable little voice. Turani smiled, standing as she looked at the small bouquet of wildflowers. "They're lovely." She nodded. "Let's go put them in a vase, shall we?" limping slightly, Turani led Kader in the house with Makoto close behind. She placed the flowers in a vase, and gave them back to the little girl. "Let's give them to her." Kader squealed with happiness and led the way to their mother's bedroom near the back of the house. Ever becoming the little gentleman, Makoto dashed in front to open the door for his sisters.
Inside the room, Charlotte Nekane lay in bed. Her long violet hair contrasted greatly with her pale skin. Despite her physical appearance, her eyes sparkled with life as her children came in. "Ah! What lovely flowers!" she smiled softly as Kader set the vase on the nightstand, then scrambled up to sit by their mother. Makoto sat in a chair nearby, and Turani stood...though she kept her injured ankle off of the ground. They talked for a while, until Kader fell asleep. Then Turani noticed the time, and she and Makoto headed out to do the evening chores. She lit the lamps outside, and began calling in the horse pokemon. As they worked, Turani began singing an old Kanto lullaby in a soft soprano voice that seemed to carry on the wind.
