Nikolai woke groggy to a pounding head. His dark mallow eyes were caked with the residue of sweat. He slowly made his left hand connect to his head."Ow...ouch..." he heaved through gritted teeth. "What the hell happened? Where the hell am I?" he mumbled. He slowly, very slowly, lifted his head from the warm pillow and looked around at the medium-sized bedroom. There was a big, open, window with a slim breeze flowing through. The bed in which he layed had oak bedpost with little patterns carved into them. The comforter was a nice forest green with darker threads. Over all, it was a nice small room. He silently swung one leg over the edge of the bed and slowly let the other one fall after it. Nikolai shuffled to the window and sat in a chair that looked old but was nice and sturdy. He peered out the window and saw the nice scenery of the woods around what he thought was a very large back lawn. He could soon feel the nice breeze all around him as his head became lighter, it felt amazing. Soon the coolness and hangover were fighting over which would take him, he was still exhausted as he laid his head upon the window sill and just fell into a relaxing nap. Still, where the hell am I?
Amelia's POV
"Woo Hoo!" screamed Amelia as she galloped down a hill on her horse, Eagle. "Hurry up, Marguerite!" shouted back to her sister that was barely going at lope pace. She slowed Eagle to a halt, he started prancing in an impatient standstill. "Come on, Meg!" shouted Amelia, "Or else I'll leave you behind!" She turned and kicked Eagle's sides, a signal for him to canter on. She could suddenly hear quick hoof clatters as she made her way down the dusty, rocky, and not very steep hill. "Eat my dust!" shouted Marguerite. "Whoa! You're on sister!" hollered Amelia. The sisters were galloping down the hill-side at top speed on their American Paints, borrowed from Amelia's stable. They had reached the end of the trail and arrived at the stables."That was awesome!" yelled Marguerite as she pumped her fist to the air as Amelia laughed.
They had made their way to the stable in a chorus of laughter and giggles. The sisters untacked their horses, watered them, and rubbed them down before turning them into the vast pasture. "It's always fun hanging out with you, Amelia." said Marguerite, striding behind her cheerful sister. "Same! I'm going to hate it when you back to Canada!" pouted Amelia, obviously showing emotion. "Yeah, but my country needs me. But I'll visit during the Fall." promised Marguerite. "Kewlio." added Amelia as she held the grand wooden door open for the Canadian. "Tha-" started Marguerite, but her response was quickly cut off by the site of her sisters dirty house. "Did Sakura send you a instant-mess bomb?" Amelia glared at her sister, but started to giggle when she realised she was joking. "Haha, no, I had a party!"