A young lady, about 17 years old walked up to him. Her dog walked calmly beside her. His bright red vest gleamed in the light. She  leaned upon the cane as her other hand was outstretched, as if to search for something. Her darkened sunglasses shielded the color of her eyes. She tapped her cane against the ground and it made clicking sounds that she followed.<br/><br/>Her cane tapped against his foot and she stopped. Her hand gently petted the body of the horse next to him and tilted her head towards the direction of his breathing. Her other hand let go of her cane and it fell to the floor as she steadied herself against the horse. With her free hand she gently felt his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Your the new stable hand aren't you?" She asked him, her voice light and airy as if it hadn't fully matured yet. "I'm Amelia. Amelia Rodesh. Its a pleasure to meet you."