[EMMA MARIE BROWN]

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Emma woke up early and regretted it immediately. Her alarm was loud and across the room - the only way to even attempt to get her up this early. She contemplated throwing one of her pillows or just burrowing to ignore it but eventually gave in. She rolled out of bed… literally, as she landing on the floor with a thud, and groaned. Eventually, she drug herself into the bathroom and by the time she had washed her face and slipped on her workout gear, she was pretty much in full Energizer Emma mode once again.

Back home, Emma stayed in shape without even trying. No, she wasn’t one of those girls who could just eat junk food and never gain weight. But, she was one of those girls who rode her horses, mucked stalls, pushed round bales, lifted square bales, fed horses, walked fence lines and pastures, set up arenas, groomed horses, cleaned saddles…. She’d been doing ranch chores since she could stand long enough to hold the hose or help wipe down supplies.

Since moving to Hickstead, Emma hadn’t started riding again just yet. She’d given herself time to settle in and take a break after everything she went through back home. But, she’d also noticed her skinny jeans were a little more snug so she decided to do something about it. For this reason, Emma decided to go to the local park. She took a deep breathe, loving the fresh air, and started moving her feet forward

April 30, 2024 • outfit • open

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[HUNTLEY BRICE LLEWELLYN]

april 2024 • EMMA MARIE BROWN

Huntley Llewellyn had been holed up in his room at the Silver Stag hotel for so long, he thought he was beginning to know exactly where the wallpaper patterned began and ended, which meant, perhaps, he should leave the compound. It was a haunting thought, the young man usually only felt home holed up in a room with a desk so he could write - without Monty in town yet - he felt like he was missing something, or missing something more than usual. Soon he would be at Esther Muller's house, but she was still preparing for his arrival and his parents had wanted him gone, leaving him with a few days in limbo.

"I should leave," he muttered to himself, green eyes looking out the window as dawn broke out over the city scape. Had he slept? Or had he remained up all night conversing with this thoughts? If that was the case, Huntley hardly felt tired at all. The city felt crowded and loud compared to his homeland, the island still beckoning him to come home, that he had made a mistake. But he shoved those thoughts out, remembering Echo Valley Park was near by and could offer a bit of escapism. With that in mind, he grabbed both a hoodie and his camera before heading out the door.

A quick walk and twenty minutes later, he was in the park now, walking along the proposed pathway that the management intended. Huntley wasn't sure how he felt about that, surely, parks were meant to be explored and not boxed to just a pathway. There was nobody around this early in the morning otherwise to tell him either, so the young man broke off, camera in hand. It wasn't long before he stumbled across a silver fox, relaxing. Huntley paused, crouching down now, and bringing up his camera to focus. Unfortunately though, it was at that time that a girl came through, startling both the fox and getting into Huntley's shot right as he took it. A curse escaped his lips, as the fox screeched at the girl and darted off, and Huntley stood up now, his frame standing out against the shrubbery and trees, "You ruined my shot!" He called out, and no, he did not keep the accustory tone out of his voice.

the stars are pointing my way from quarter of the globe away and yet I feel so astray - how did I get so lost?

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