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Post by Peter Solomon on Dec 2, 2013 18:13:33 GMT -8
“I get mail; therefore I am.”
[font face="Tempus Sans ITC"][font size="5"]DEAR SIR PETER SOLOMON,[/font] [blockquote][font size="3"][font size="4" color="CAC2D1"]I[/font]lluminate the first letter, tell me what you want. I always wait for letters, I love reading anything you want to send my way.
[font color="CAC2D1" size="4"]A[/font]gain, illuminate the letter, that’s about it. Every paragraph, let’s just keep going. Long letters give me more to read, and they are far more interesting than you might think.[/font][/blockquote] [div style="text-align:right;"]Sincerely, [font size="5" color="CAC2D1"]AND A SIGNATURE[/font][/div][/font]
Sir Peter Solomon | EP Barn Manager + Equine Reproduction Teacher | 26
Knight of the Dale | 'Knight' | Hunt Seat + Foxhunting
A Spell on my Heart | 'Corazón' | Hunt Seat + Polo
Noro Lim | 'Arwen' | Hunt Seat + Hunter Jumper + Trail
How are you? Everything down here is going rather well, I like to tell myself. We are all a bit down still over Leo's death, but we are beginning to recover. But, like any other middle-aged woman with religion knows, I know he is resting in a better place. The kids seem rather sensitive about the absence of their father, and the seem to be taking great comfort in riding the horses that Leo left with him. Faolan has taken an interest in Cross-Country, while Tempest has not yet seemed to find a suitable discipline to settle into. They also offer a hello to yourself, and say they sincerely hope you are well and happy.
I was cleaning through the attic and found several old photo albums, several photos containing you and Leo back when the both of you were younger, about 12.There were more photos, as well, but there are so many to shift through! I sent in this letter one of the pictures, though I am quite sure you have a few of your own.
I have been preaching that same statement to the children over and over. It's nice to hear it from someone else, as it does a surprising amount of good to my mind to have someone tell me that. I can most certainly relate to getting caught up in work, as I find myself more and more busy lately to keep up the income. The children have been quite a help, however, and I am glad I have such responsible children who are willing to lend a hand and get some work done.
Ah, yes. They have spent much time with the horses and continue to work with them, and I glad to see it puts an honest smile upon their face. Those horses have been a saving grace, a good distraction to help them to cope with our loss. They are indeed still competing, and they are doing an excellent job, as well! They have been keeping Leo's old horses quite worked out, and between working them out and school Faolan managed to get a steady job exercising other horses, and recently he managed to ride one of them in a show, in which he and the horse placed first! I cannot describe how proud I am.
Tempest, however, I am beginning to worry for. She still rides, and I can see how much joy it brings her, but I believe there is something going on that she has not informed me about. I hope nothing of ill manner has popped up, as I do not wish to test her emotional limits. I am afraid I must cut this letter here, as it is bucketing outside, and between the leaky roof and the nearby river I need to get the house prepared for the water.
I am afraid I must keep this particular letter short, as much is happening at the moment. The note of rain that I had told you about during our last piece of correspondence took a dramatic turn for the worse, and me and the children had to pack our tings and take shelter at a hotel due to flooding in the house. A friend of me and Leo's allowed us to evacuate the horses into their pastures, luckily far enough away from the riverbed that it was not going to receive but slight flooding from the rein and I was glad I had bothered to be friendly to all the people I had been forced to meet after me and Leo had married.
The damages had been beyond repair, but luckily I managed to save many things in the time we had. The house, however, would cost far too much for us to fix ourselves, and we are being forced to sell it, and I fear that the horses will follow suit. As it is we will have to find a place to live, and I received a very generous offer on the horses Leo had trained himself. I ask that you do not offer any help, I am sure Leo had expressed his irritations over the my feelings towards owing anyone a debt, even if it simply felt like it.
I must apologize for my recent lack of reply, as I do believe it has been about 2 months. Like the previous, this letter will have to be short, considering how hectic my schedule is. We discovered the reason as to why Tempest had become upset; it appears a few lads had been going about spreading blather about our family, saying particularly vulgar and untrue things about myself and my daughter. The discovery of this news was not pleasant, however, as Faolan took it upon himself to settle the matter, and he spent a night in jail. He was released with not much aside from a reprimand, but the guard assured me that should this situation happen again it would not be so simple.
I fear I am going about things in the wrong manner, but I find myself running out of options. The children are often in foul moods, even Faolan (who, as you know, has always been a calm and laid-back child) has began to bicker with Tempest and myself! It appears the loss of the horses has hit them quite deeply, but it was something that had to be done, and I do resent the fact I had to do it. They had kept the children stable during all of this, but now the lack of the only thing they had to keep them up is beginning to show even in the manner they walk.