@kitxkatrp asked: There was the sound of an acoustic guitar in the most abandoned place. The woodlands opened up to a field with a barn that had been sitting there for at least 100 years. The fingers strumming the guitar clearly knew what they were doing, a soft southern american voice. He doesn't even know what country he's in, not that it matters. So long as he avoids the Devil's ever searching eyes...
There's a grayish horse grazing unbothered in the old field, and the man in question that belongs to the voice is seated haphazardly on a fence post strumming away and singing along to a song he knows by heart. One of his own writing, actually. (Francis Hunter)
Unprompted
The young woman had found herself in need of inspiration. Her work demanded more content than ever and needed a constant supply of work handed to them. It left her in need of a way to come up with more, wondering if she could even keep up at the ever-growing pace of her popularity. It reminded her of the days when she was a teen star, temporarily in the light of the people before it came crashing down.
She was slowly building herself up again, a faceless person to grand, innovative music. Perhaps after this next round of lyrics and tones, she'll be able to find it in herself to demand a break. Sighing, she had found herself in the middle of nowhere. She wasn't sure if it was private land or not, but she'd always be able to apologize and move on afterward. All she was looking to do was spend some time in the field, taking in the views and wandering a bit to be able to come up with a few ideas before returning home by the time it got dark.
However, when she approached the area, she couldn't help but to overhear someone, somewhere... Looking around for a moment, she did notice the building off in the distance, but she could tell this place didn't quite seem in use...
But then she noticed the horse.
She found herself staring at the creature for the longest time, even if it was so far away. She had no idea how to react... Or what to do. she knew better than to approach, given that it could lead to a bunch of bad results. "It's... A horse..." she found herself putting, but then she forced her lips together.
She could just... Ignore the horse? But at the same time... It didn't feel quite right to do that...
"I don't even know anything about horses... Oh, dear..."
