TITLE: Draco Meets Orion
AUTHOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.
NOTES: This is where my sister's character makes her debut. I'd like to apologize again about the changes made because of a floppy disk failure. Now, I'd like to present chapter three.
Chapter 3: Meeting a Sister
"Who's that?" Gohan inquired, gesturing towards the young woman with the large black gelding.
"That's my sister, Lana Luz de Leon. She's with her Friesian, Odin's Raven." Echo replied. A large dog charged forward, barking like crazy. The girl grabbed Gohan and pulled him away from that dog. "Bad dog! You don't bark at my guests!" she scolded. The German Shepard whimpered as she slunk away. "You'd better come with me. Sierra is the top dog of my mother's pack of dogs, so the others might want to take a bite out of you, too."
He nodded and followed the girl into the barn. A warm, homey feeling was about the building. Twenty-four stalls in all, each with a window that bore an eave above it. Hay racks and mangers in each of the stalls, a waterer and mangers. At the far end was another stall to quaranteen horses should they have to. Next to the office in the barn was the tack room. Opposite that was the washing stall. There they hooked Esperanza up to the cross ties. After the couple had gotten out of there, Echo turned on the flow of warm water. When the filly was soaked, the girl grabbed a large, damp sponge and the bottle of coat shampoo.
"Do you want some help with that?" the saiya-jin inquired.
"Please. This is hard work. Just go easy on her skin. She's over half-Thoroughbred."
Gohan took hold of another sponge, identical to the first one. Together, the teens scrubbed the shampoo into the silver snowflake's coat. Very quickly, a rich lather rose to the surface. A lather that was a light brown with the result of what couldn't be groomed out of her coat from her rolls in mud. Esperanza shook herself, getting both of them soaking wet and sudsy. They broke out laughing and continued to wash her. Then they rinsed her off thoroughly.
After they dried her off some, she was hooked up to the hot walker. Then they got cleaned up, one at a time, of course. "Hey, Echo!" a voice called. "Who's your friend?" Lana strode up to them as they stood near the walker waiting for the filly to finish drying before putting her up.
"Hola, Lana. This is Son Gohan." she replied while giving her sister a certain look. "How was Raven?"
"Rowdier than yesterday, that's for certain. Oh, Gohan, don't let those dogs intimidate you. They are little more than playful puppies once you get to know them." Lana commented as she walked back to her horse. She seemed to whisper something into a shapely black ear and her mount nodded before shaking his jet black head to shoo away some pesky flies that had gotten past the fly tape.
This place sure is peaceful. I really don't want to drag it into my problems, but it looks like I don't have much of a choice. Without their help, I would probably get sick, or starve, out on my own. They are offering me some shelter, if their parents don't object. Oh, Tousan. What should I do about this? He glanced in the direction of the forest as metal clad hooves clattered lightly against the dirt of the isle within the barn.
AUTHOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.
NOTES: This is where my sister's character makes her debut. I'd like to apologize again about the changes made because of a floppy disk failure. Now, I'd like to present chapter three.
Chapter 3: Meeting a Sister
"Who's that?" Gohan inquired, gesturing towards the young woman with the large black gelding.
"That's my sister, Lana Luz de Leon. She's with her Friesian, Odin's Raven." Echo replied. A large dog charged forward, barking like crazy. The girl grabbed Gohan and pulled him away from that dog. "Bad dog! You don't bark at my guests!" she scolded. The German Shepard whimpered as she slunk away. "You'd better come with me. Sierra is the top dog of my mother's pack of dogs, so the others might want to take a bite out of you, too."
He nodded and followed the girl into the barn. A warm, homey feeling was about the building. Twenty-four stalls in all, each with a window that bore an eave above it. Hay racks and mangers in each of the stalls, a waterer and mangers. At the far end was another stall to quaranteen horses should they have to. Next to the office in the barn was the tack room. Opposite that was the washing stall. There they hooked Esperanza up to the cross ties. After the couple had gotten out of there, Echo turned on the flow of warm water. When the filly was soaked, the girl grabbed a large, damp sponge and the bottle of coat shampoo.
"Do you want some help with that?" the saiya-jin inquired.
"Please. This is hard work. Just go easy on her skin. She's over half-Thoroughbred."
Gohan took hold of another sponge, identical to the first one. Together, the teens scrubbed the shampoo into the silver snowflake's coat. Very quickly, a rich lather rose to the surface. A lather that was a light brown with the result of what couldn't be groomed out of her coat from her rolls in mud. Esperanza shook herself, getting both of them soaking wet and sudsy. They broke out laughing and continued to wash her. Then they rinsed her off thoroughly.
After they dried her off some, she was hooked up to the hot walker. Then they got cleaned up, one at a time, of course. "Hey, Echo!" a voice called. "Who's your friend?" Lana strode up to them as they stood near the walker waiting for the filly to finish drying before putting her up.
"Hola, Lana. This is Son Gohan." she replied while giving her sister a certain look. "How was Raven?"
"Rowdier than yesterday, that's for certain. Oh, Gohan, don't let those dogs intimidate you. They are little more than playful puppies once you get to know them." Lana commented as she walked back to her horse. She seemed to whisper something into a shapely black ear and her mount nodded before shaking his jet black head to shoo away some pesky flies that had gotten past the fly tape.
This place sure is peaceful. I really don't want to drag it into my problems, but it looks like I don't have much of a choice. Without their help, I would probably get sick, or starve, out on my own. They are offering me some shelter, if their parents don't object. Oh, Tousan. What should I do about this? He glanced in the direction of the forest as metal clad hooves clattered lightly against the dirt of the isle within the barn.