<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Oh, that's good. Wouldn't want him to be - <span style="font-style: italic">not</span> fond of me."</span> She shuddered at the thought, still not feeling entirely safe around the horse. Why did it have to be so big? She much preferred Betty, her own dog at home. A sudden wave of homesickness rolled through her. She really did need to call her parents. And Dan. As soon as possible. The problem was to stay focused when there were so many new things out here to see. She giggled as she brushed horse hair from his shirt. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya supposed to groom horses so they don't shed so much, aren't ya?"</span><br/><br/>She tiptoed around small piles of straw and patches of floor slightly more filthy than the rest as Dimitri spoke. Her ears pricked up, and she came to an abrupt halt just outside the stables. <span style="color: #4080FF">"There's a lake?"</span> She asked in a voice colored by disbelief. On the drive down, they hadn't seen much water, and she had been very worried that they might need to drive all the way to the coast for her weekly bath. She ticked her fingers. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF">Tomorrow.</span></span> <span style="color: #4080FF">"Can we go see the lake? I really wanna see that lake. I gotta know if it works for me,"</span> she continued.<br/><br/>Not waiting for a reply, she began hauling him as fast as she could through the thigh high grass in the direction he'd pointed out earlier. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Yeah, the lake, the lake..."</span> She muttered as they strode through the vegetation, having momentarily forgotten about potential spiderwebs and biting bugs that were probably out to murder her.</div>