Chapt. 2
Grooming the horses, grooming the horses, grooming the horses.
Not fun, not fun, not fun.
I sighed and continued to brush out Azalia's mane.
"Diasha?"
I looked behind me.
"Yes, sir?"
"Is Azalia done being groomed?"
"Just a minute, sir."
He nodded and leaned up against the wall, watching me while I groomed the beautiful paint. I kissed the horse on the muzzle then patted it's rump affectionately. I put the brush back in it's bucket, then looked up to see Akarsh watching me with his beautiful, beautiful sea green eyes…I shook my head and smiled politely. "She's all ready, sir." He ran a hand through his wonderful, shiny, chestnut hair, and watched me. I just stood there feeling really uncomfortable while he watched me, and then he shook his head muttered "vermin" and mounted his horse, galloping away.
Akarsh's POV:
Stupid, stupid, vermin.
With her green-gold eyes and her curly red hair.
Groomer.
No, no, that wasn't her name.
Her name was Diasha.
I couldn't let myself call her 'Groomer.' It seemed disrespectful.
But since when do I care about vermin?!
Diasha's POV:
Ha. I fooled them. They really think I'm "vermin."
Well, I'm not. I'm a witch.
Well, a lost witch, but still a witch.
I have visions.
And I had always thought I was crazy. But I'm not. So ha.
I smiled as I finished grooming the speckled grey horse.
Akarsh thought I was vermin.
And I knew because I had recently developed a new power.
Mind reading.