Cara's POV (until otherwise stated)
As I got closer I realized that this person was obviously not Chelsea, as they were male and had blonde hair. I had been told to look for a girl with brunette hair caught up in a red bandana. I approached the young fellow on the horse, hoping to ask directions to the farm, but also so that I could get a better look at the horse. At twenty feet, I saw the horse was a pure-bred Quarter Horse stallion, but at ten feet I saw traces of Arab in the face, with hints of Breton about the general build.
I also realized at ten feet that the rider wasn't half bad himself. In fact, with about three pitchers of beer and two tequilas, he might be bang-able, to say nothing of date-able. Hmm, was there even a bar around here? Alas, that very important question would have to wait, as Blondie-Bloke there had just hailed me.
"Hello there, I don't seem to remember seeing a lovely young lady such as you on these islands before. I hope you don't think I'm being nosy, my lady, but, might I ask why you are here?" Blondie was smiling at me in a friendly manner as he said this, but I was instantly on my guard. Why did he seem so very familiar? I let my smile slide from its previous message to one that would never lead him to think anything strange of me. Anyways, "lovely young lady"? This lad was in for one heck of a wakeup call.
"Oh yes, it would be absolutely lovely if you could direct me towards the Star-Bright Farm, Mr. …?"I trailed off there, waiting for him to supply his name. He opened his mouth to respond but didn't manage to get anything out before he was cut off by a voice yelling. We both turned towards the voice to see a cheery looking brunette girl with a …. with a scarlet bandanna! I stepped around Mr. Blond-and-clueless and ran forward eagerly, hoping with all my being that my boss wasn't clueless as well.
"You must be Cara!" Chelsea exclaimed, beaming at me, putting her hands behind her back after giving me an excited hug that involved a lot of jumping about, "Oh, do you maybe… have some other clothes? You seemed quite knowledgeable when I spoke to you on the phone. I hope you don't plan on working in that type of thing." She had just noticed my frilly little white dress with the belt 'round the middle, from the look of confusion on her face. I laughed and said "Oh, don't worry! This is just my favorite travelling dress. My working attire is much more practical. In fact, I think you'll find I hardly seem the same when I've changed later." Unfortunately for my unsuspecting new employer, I really honestly meant that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon. If I did, you would be able to customize your character.
I apologize for both the shortness of the chapter and the slowness of its posting. Excuses are pointless, therefore I offer none. Please, if you could spare the time, there is a poll on my profile that I would like some results from before I write the next chapter. Cowgirl