stable

[rocky]

It was cold here she finally decided that this was the reason for some of her problems. She knew that it was a bad reason it didn't even make sense. But she didn't know what to do she was used to really hot places but know here I am wrapped in a long jacket and a scarf and mittens trying to adjust to the new temperatures. She got up from the bench she was on and started to walk through the city of Youla.
It was beautiful but why could it not be warm. She let out a sigh as she finally came to the stable were she was assigned to work at while the war was going on all she had to do was muck a few stalls and feed them and she was done. But seeing as she had nothing else to do she usually hung out around the the stable. She entered into the stable and greeted the owner quietly still fearing that the man did not like her. She took off her scarf and stuffed it into her pocket and pulled her long hair up into a pony tail and got on with her work.
She had been working here since the day they stripped her of her wings she was beginning to think she would end up staying her forever too as she got done feeding one of the horses and went on to do the same to the others. 'Is this how it's gonna be forever?' she thought to herself as she patted the one horse and exited it's stall and took a seat in a chair that they had in the stable. 'a sleep or dead' she thought to herself with a sigh and put her head into her hands.

[ovtavius]

It was cold, as usual. Octavius has been here so long that the cold didn't bother him in the least. To a normal person, what he felt like was that the tempature was that of early spring or fall. He had no need to dress in layers as he used to. Heaving up his axe, Octavius swiftly left the bar he was at unnoticed by anyone else. This was about the time that Octavius liked to take walks around Youla. He had been exceedingly busy lately, and hasn't been able to have time by himself in weeks. Some comrades had pretty much forced Octavius to take the day off before he became over-stressed and could no longer think logically. Not that he did to often, anyway. Octavius' mindless walking led him to the stables. For the lack of anything else to do, he entered. The first he saw was a young woman. He remebered her as being one of the workers there. He smirked to himself and strided up to her. "You know, sleeping on the job is a violation."

[rocky]

Rocky jumped to her feet at the sound of the man's voice and turned to face him. "I was not sleeping, I mearly taking a break from mucking" she said holding her hands up defensively knowing that she was lying but she had only closed her eyes for about what fifteen to twenty minutes she was not about to lose the only thing that kept her occupied with the time being because she fell asleep on the job even if it was boring. And who was this guy to ask what she was doing. He probably came in here to retrieve a horse that she had not gotten to yet so she just sucked up her pride and let out a huff of annoyance and asked him with a fake smile "Is there anything That I can do for you sir?"