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~~~~ Rose ~~~~

"Hello!" I reply to her, and Eliza says, "Good Afternoon to you as well." I walk over to an isle full of paper, and feel a paper for texture between my fingers. It's a medium thickness. Eliza is looking at the cloths, unrolling a bit to inspect the quality and texture. Eliza likes to sew, and make dresses, so she constantly looks at cloth. And I as an artist, I like painting, drawing, coloring, and I know certain paper types are better for other things. The paper types they have here are good for oil painting, sketching, and charcoal. I decide to ask about their other paper types since there were empty spaces, when I saw the candy isle. Eliza saw it too, because she set down the cloth roll, and walked over to where I stood.

Eliza and Anna have an affinity for chocolate, while I'll try nearly anything. She simply took in the sight of all the chocolate, before going over to the counter. Remembering my purpose, I followed her to the counter. "I'd like 6 yards of that Lavender French floral cotton," Eliza said as she reached the counter. I was caught off guard, and just watched as the girl walked over and grabbed the roll of cloth. She began to measure and cut it as she asked us, "So, you two are new here, right? Where you from?" I answered before Eliza could, "I'm from Pennsylvania, and my cousin here is from Norway. But we are both of

German descent." The girl raised her eyebrows, not looking up from folding the cloth. "I'm Scottish myself. What brings you from Europe? Work or something else? Why would anyone move down here?" Eliza glanced at me. "Why not?" I merely shrugged.

The girl finished folding, and put the cloth in a bag, and set it down in front of Eliza. Eliza took out the money from her purse, and handed it to the girl. "Well, I do believe we will be returning to this shop, you have a very nice selection of cloth," Eliza said to the girl. "And I will be back for some paper. What's your name?" I asked her after Eliza finished. "Myrtle Devrie. And you?" I smiled and said, "I'm Rose Fenner," I looked at Eliza, and she continued, "And I'm Eliza Jane Cowell." Myrtle smiled and quickly said, "Oh! I'm supposed to give you recommendations. Ok. When you go to the blacksmiths, make sure you see that the apprentice does not tend you. And the pub down the road, stay away from it as much as you can, especially on weekends. The best food in town is next door; the best horses come from Henry Anderson, and ...

Anything else you need you can buy here. The best shop in town," Myrtle literally said almost without breathing.

Eliza walked over to a bookshelf, to have one quick look before we left, and I noticed a basket full of bouquets of Roses. Its funny I find myself drawn to the flower that shares my name. I noticed how carefully they were placed, and I took a step back to get a better look. The bell rung, and the next thing I knew, I was falling, and landed in the arms of the person whose foot I had tripped on. He had green eyes, and auburn hair. He quickly set me back on my feet, and asked me,

"Ex-excuse me miss, are you alright?" He stammered.

"Oh, yes I'm fine. I'm sorry for tripping on your foot." I said quickly, I really didn't know what I was saying, a thing that usually only happened to

Anna.

"No harm done," he chuckled nervously. "Well, excuse me, miss..." He bowed, and paused, waiting for my answer.

"Rose Fenner," I told him, curtsying in the same silly manner. He smiled, and continued in a regal, yet playful tone,

"Excuse me, Miss Rose." I smiled back at him.

"You are excused sir..." I replied, equally mocking as him.

"Henry. Hank. Hank Anderson." He stammered, again.

"Well, Sir Henry, I hope to be seeing you again," I stepped pass him towards the door, which he opened for me.

"I look forward to it," He replied. I felt a rush of glee. He seemed like a good guy, and that was much more playful than it was flirting. I had made a friend. I stepped outside. I turned around, because I had forgotten Eliza, and she was walking toward the door. She was glancing at Hiccup, and he was staring at her in awe. "Hello," he simply said with a nervous, and slightly awkward smile. "Hello," she replied, blushing, and glancing away. He quickly shook his head, and opened the door for her. She glanced back at him and turned to me. We began to walk away from the shop. I peeked back at him and he was standing on the porch, staring in our direction. When we were a little ways from the shop, I nudged Eliza. "What was that?" I squealed playfully. "Nothing!" Eliza said, blushing and smiled. Suddenly, we heard hoof beats moving quickly behind us, and in our direction. "Wait!" We heard him call out, and we quickly turned around. Henry was riding a very unusually colored, but very beautiful appaloosa, and he pulled up right next to us. "What's your name?" He asked curiously. I turned towards Eliza. "Eliza Jane," she replied. "And you?" He pulled the reins a bit; the horse was prancing and neighing, a bit out of control. "Hank," he yelled over the loud ruckus his horse was creating. And with that, his horse bolted back in the direction of which it came. Eliza was blushing, and she quickly pulled me inside the restaurant.

We sat down at a table, and I nudged Eliza again. "What was that?" I teased, louder this time. "I don't know," Eliza said happily, closing her eyes, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.

~~~~ Kristopher ~~~~

Ice. A stubborn, annoying and under appreciated business. Why I stay in it? Honestly, I don't know. I mean half the year, I'm in freezing temperatures, trying to sell ice, and work along with my friend John in his law firm. The second half of the year is literally all grudging work in a hot desert, as a Ranch hand, with my friend Hank. I've got no home, and I very sadly make sure my horse, Sam, is in better living conditions than I am. The city life is hard, but I make good money. Going back to the ranch is great, and I still make good money. By good money, I mean enough to survive. I sometimes choose to stay a little longer with the firm if the business is still thriving. This time, I don't exactly have a choice if I want to stay a bit longer in the city or not. John's law firm was in a rut with this new law firm, "Law Guardians," and of course, they had more power and experience in court, so John's firm closed down, and he decided to come with me to the ranch. Oy.

Don't get me wrong, John-Jack- is my friend, but he can... Get annoying. I mean I can barley stand the 6 months I already put up with him, but my (mentally) relaxing half of the year? I'm...not sure I'm willing to give it up.

But oh well... You can tell he just went and bought the first horse he saw, because he's riding a thoroughbred, and those are not necessarily for beginners. Watching him struggle is hilarious, so I have force myself to help him when it gets out of hand. I want to scold him, tell him he should just have rented a carriage, but he insisted it would be "fun." "Suit yourself," I told him, and we set off. We had taken a steamboat down the Mississippi, and ridden the rest of the way. We left late this morning, not my fault, and now it was evening. We were here a few days earlier than expected, and I started to go at a faster pace when I could see the town. Seeing Sam go at a pace faster than walk must have set Jack's horse off, because the next thing either of us knew, that thing was bolting off towards town. I urged Sam on, and we rode after, but gosh, that thing was FAST!

The few people that are walking across the street on the edge of town have to dodge and jump to keep out of that horse's way. It swerves right in front of a building, and runs in a different direction. Sam is running after, and we're gaining, because Jack's horse slows down whenever it turns. We run across town, but Jack's horse doesn't lose energy. Miraculously, I see the only person I know can help in this situation. "Hank!" I yell at the top of my lungs. He's just about to get off his horse, which I can't help but notice isn't Little Brother, and he turns to look in my direction. He follows where I'm pointing, and turns his horse around when he sees the bucking, rearing, and speeding triple threat of a horse John is hanging on for dear life to. He moves quickly into the middle of the road, blocking Jack's horse's current path, and when it skids to stop right in front of Hank, he smoothly grabs the reins, and puts his other hand up. The horse has its head up high, as if it's confused at this turn of events. Hank is slowly moving his hand forward, and when the horse, lowers his head a little, Hank places his hand softly on the horse's head. It prances a bit, and Hank talks to it quietly, as I hop off Sam, and sneakily come around the thoroughbred's side to get Jack off.


Hey Guys! Don't really have anything new to say except that last chapter was actually a double chapter… so chapters may look a little shorter. Yeah, I don't know why I did it… just did. Sorry…

Anyways, any comments or questions are welcome. Thanks again for reading!