The Gig, Sunday

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Firekeeper was not in the best of moods today. It was cold, it was raining, and once again classes had been cancelled and no one had told her. She supposed it was written down on a schedule somewhere, which was all well and good if you could read.

However, she was not about to take her bad mood out on the horses. The bales of hay, however, were another matter. And so she was busy stacking, and moving, and generally just using her frustration to accomplish something useful.

The Gig was open, and promising not to bite anyone's head off. Figuratively or otherwise.