@farmhandsoldier | What a Cow
Maya didn’t usually have an excuse to talk with Donnel. Her days consisted of sweeping floors, making beds, and serving meals—bound by the chores of an innkeeper’s daughter. But, on lucky occasions, she did have the treat of delivering leftovers cooked up by her grandmother to the nearby residents. And Maya always considered visiting the farms particularly enjoyable. Rarely did she get to see ranch animals up close when they were off her dinner plate. Which really was a shame, because they were as cute as they were delicious. ♥
The potato stew dangling in the woven basket on her arm was soon forgotten. Somewhere between walking from the inn to Donnel’s house, Maya became distracted by the pair of cows grazing in the fields. She approached the fence, climbing the wooden boards and leaning onto her forearms as she observed them. Blue eyes locked with brown. Maya’s watch intensified. The pupils were so round, and the eyelashes long and thick. It almost seemed like the stare of a pretty doll, only warmer and less creepy.
If Maya heard the footsteps approaching behind her, she didn’t react by way of turning. Instead she spoke without breaking her gaze for a moment, not even daring to blink.
“Donnel, I think I can read this cow’s mind.”