Though Karen had to go home, as they entered Green Ranch Ann continued to
chatter on about what had changed since she had left, Amy listening to what
she said, occasionally asking questions, but usually remaining silent,
except to laugh once in a while. Ann unlocked the door that adjoined the
shop to the house, and tossed her a key.
"This door is always locked, so you'll need this. Your room is the same one as before, last one in the upstairs hall." Ann told her, Amy nodding in response, before leading the way up the stairs. Ann opened the door for her, and Amy stepped in, smiling contentedly. She sat her bags by the wall, before turning to Ann.
"How's Cliffguard been?" She asked, and Ann sighed slightly.
"He's no where near the champion you raised him to be...He threw Grey, and we've never found anyone else that's good enough to bring out Cliffguard's full potential..."
"Hmm..." She shrugged a bit, "Ann, would you mind leaving for a bit, I've got to change..." Ann nodded, and left, shutting the door behind her. Amy sighed softly, and pulled the two bags Ann carried over to the wardrobe, unzipping them, and pulling out her clothes. Jeans, shorts, shirts, a few dresses, socks, and three pairs of shoes; sneakers, dress shoes, and hiking boots. She pulled open the drawer in the bottom, putting the folded shorts, shirts, and socks into it. The dresses and jeans were put on hangers, and hung in the top of the wardrobe, with the shoes sitting on the bottom. She smiled, lifting out something in a bag, already on a hanger, and placed it on a small hook in the back of the closet. Next to the other shoes, she placed a shoebox, obviously with another pair of shoes in it. She swiftly pulled out a pair of dark blue cut-off jean shorts, and a black tank-top. Her voice was soft, as she began to sing, memories washing over her, slipping out of her dress, and into the clothes she had picked out. Hiking boots were pulled silently onto socked feet, and tied, before she stood up and walked to a fairly heavy bag, unzipping it, reaching in, and pulling out a hairbrush, and a black hairband. Her hair fell loose to her waist as she began to brush it, before pulling it into a ponytail to keep it out of her face, and off the back of her neck. She smiled, and after slipping the key to the hall into her pocket, she went down to the shop, and opened the door, stepping out.
"This door is always locked, so you'll need this. Your room is the same one as before, last one in the upstairs hall." Ann told her, Amy nodding in response, before leading the way up the stairs. Ann opened the door for her, and Amy stepped in, smiling contentedly. She sat her bags by the wall, before turning to Ann.
"How's Cliffguard been?" She asked, and Ann sighed slightly.
"He's no where near the champion you raised him to be...He threw Grey, and we've never found anyone else that's good enough to bring out Cliffguard's full potential..."
"Hmm..." She shrugged a bit, "Ann, would you mind leaving for a bit, I've got to change..." Ann nodded, and left, shutting the door behind her. Amy sighed softly, and pulled the two bags Ann carried over to the wardrobe, unzipping them, and pulling out her clothes. Jeans, shorts, shirts, a few dresses, socks, and three pairs of shoes; sneakers, dress shoes, and hiking boots. She pulled open the drawer in the bottom, putting the folded shorts, shirts, and socks into it. The dresses and jeans were put on hangers, and hung in the top of the wardrobe, with the shoes sitting on the bottom. She smiled, lifting out something in a bag, already on a hanger, and placed it on a small hook in the back of the closet. Next to the other shoes, she placed a shoebox, obviously with another pair of shoes in it. She swiftly pulled out a pair of dark blue cut-off jean shorts, and a black tank-top. Her voice was soft, as she began to sing, memories washing over her, slipping out of her dress, and into the clothes she had picked out. Hiking boots were pulled silently onto socked feet, and tied, before she stood up and walked to a fairly heavy bag, unzipping it, reaching in, and pulling out a hairbrush, and a black hairband. Her hair fell loose to her waist as she began to brush it, before pulling it into a ponytail to keep it out of her face, and off the back of her neck. She smiled, and after slipping the key to the hall into her pocket, she went down to the shop, and opened the door, stepping out.