Chapter 7

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Saturday morning found Ally in the stables, brushing out Aragorn's coat and feeding him horse cookies. The Dutch Draft stood calmly, allowing her to move around him with practiced ease, ears flickering on occasion, and grey hair shining in the light. He was a large gelding, her head not even reaching his back, but despite his size, he was a gentle soul.
Her Tio Carlos had gifted him to her on her fourteenth birthday, having heard through her grandparents how much she wanted a horse of her own. The animal had brought her great comfort, and she would lose herself in nature when they went riding through the forest on her property. Looking down at her wrist she grimaced.

"Don't worry buddy, soon I'll have you back out amongst the trees." She cooed softly, the brush running along his neck, his head dropped low in content.

Aragorn wasn't tied, easily able to saunter away should he please, but he was a sucker for cuddles and treats, easily remaining next to her while she moved to clean out his hooves. She had worked with him for years, always respecting the strength and size of the large breed. Dutch Draft horses weren't all that common, and his sheer size would be enough to intimidate most, but for some reason she found it comforting.

His coat was shining from her grooming, his feet were trimmed regularly to ensure they didn't get overgrown, and even though he had treats, for the most part they were healthy. To anyone looking in, it was clear he was well cared for and deeply loved. Moving to his head, she lightly scratched his nose, causing his lip to curl up.

"How about we go and enjoy the sun, huh?" She asked softly, leading him by his halter outside and into the autumn sun. He merely snorted, shaking out his mane.

"I know, I really should braid that for you, but not today, I have a few other things I need to do." She explained, opening the gate to the coral and letting him walk in. Closing the gate, she watched happily as he started to prance, clearly showing off his freshly brushed coat.

"Yeah, baby, strut your stuff!" She hollered, laughing when he broke into a gallop, his head tucked in close to his chest.

"Damn, that thing is huge." Tyson whistled, leaning against the wood fence.

"Yeah, he is a bit of a monster. I have always loved the heavy horse breeds; I am actually thinking of getting a few more." She confessed.

"Yeah? That'd be cool." He hummed, relaxing as the gelding raced around the coral.

"You, ok?" She asked, her eyes never leaving the horse.

"I honestly don't know. I have never really been in once place for too long, always moving around, going where I was needed. But I feel like I could be happy here in Hawkins. It seems peaceful, with the exception of monsters coming from an alternate reality, but that only happens every few years." Tyson sighed.

"I get it, Hawkins has great potential, it could be a wonderful place if people would stop messing with supernatural gate and a select few moved away taking their toxic traits with them. I was actually thinking of purchasing some more land, and making my very own gated community." Ally confessed.

"Seriously?" The large man asked, turning to look at her.

"Why not? If I own the property, I should be able to do whatever I want with it. If I chose to put a bunch of houses on it, pave some roads, who are they to stop me?" The woman huffed.

"We could call it Hawkins Heights, since we are up in the hills." Tyson chimed, laughing at the thought.

"We would only let in those who aren't stupid enough to think D&D is a cult." She added with a snicker.

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