02-12-2019, 11:20 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]・゚✧  Elinor's head whipped up at the commotion outside. Whoever was posted on the roof must've spotted a stranger. However, they'd keep the Lodge safe from any people who could pose a threat and so she was quick to settle, though somewhat curious regardless. But then, her eyes widened. A child. Maternal senses kicking in at the youngster's meek call, Ellie pushed aside the Valentines Day cards she was writing up as she scrambled to her feet. Hurriedly, the blonde woman pulled on her coat, striding towards to the front door of the lodge before swinging the door open, revealing a young child stood outside with a pony.
"Oh my god." She gasped in awe, frozen in hesitation for a moment before she was kicked into action, rushing out towards them. "Oh Sweetheart, my name is Ellie and I won't hurt you nor your sweet pony." She crouched in front of them, one hand holding them gently by the wrist and the other taking the reins of the pony. "Lets get you into the warm and I can take your friend to a stables nearby where we have lots of other horses just like him... You must be so cold!" Smiling sympathetically - worriedly - she went to tie the reins of the pony against a post, then pressing her hand against the top of the youngster's back as she lead them into the warmth of the lodge.
"Could somebody come help me?" She called out to no one in particular, hoping that somebody would help assist her in warming the child up. "Lets take you to the living room. Would you like a warm drink? We have hot chocolate." Walking into the living room, she gestured to the comfortable chairs around the room, "You can sit anywhere, though I recommend the armchair closest to the fire. It's so cozy there."
Though she had never had a child of her own, this one seemed young enough to be her own offspring. The woman's heart was made of gold, and even though this child was not her own, she'd treat them like a mother would treat her own baby. After all, this was somebody's child - they deserved the nurturing and the care that Ellie was more than happy to provide them. Natural instincts had instantly kicked in, and all Elinor wanted to do was to ensure that this child was out of harm's way.
"Oh my god." She gasped in awe, frozen in hesitation for a moment before she was kicked into action, rushing out towards them. "Oh Sweetheart, my name is Ellie and I won't hurt you nor your sweet pony." She crouched in front of them, one hand holding them gently by the wrist and the other taking the reins of the pony. "Lets get you into the warm and I can take your friend to a stables nearby where we have lots of other horses just like him... You must be so cold!" Smiling sympathetically - worriedly - she went to tie the reins of the pony against a post, then pressing her hand against the top of the youngster's back as she lead them into the warmth of the lodge.
"Could somebody come help me?" She called out to no one in particular, hoping that somebody would help assist her in warming the child up. "Lets take you to the living room. Would you like a warm drink? We have hot chocolate." Walking into the living room, she gestured to the comfortable chairs around the room, "You can sit anywhere, though I recommend the armchair closest to the fire. It's so cozy there."
Though she had never had a child of her own, this one seemed young enough to be her own offspring. The woman's heart was made of gold, and even though this child was not her own, she'd treat them like a mother would treat her own baby. After all, this was somebody's child - they deserved the nurturing and the care that Ellie was more than happy to provide them. Natural instincts had instantly kicked in, and all Elinor wanted to do was to ensure that this child was out of harm's way.
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