But...there was people!

Aspen grabbed the key the was on her necklace. It unlocked the padlock on Rising Moon's door, so only Aspen could ride her. The stable hands had one extra key that Aspen made sure was in safe hideaway. She unlocked the stall door, and slipped in, hugging the "Rabicano" as some would call it, though she just called her coat color Strawberry Roan. The horse blew in her hair asking her why she wasn't in her room. She looked around the stall, making sure the stable hands were elsewhere at the moment. 'Because when I went to sign in.. there was...people!' She shuddered and hung onto the Mare, who shifted her position. 'Of course there were people' the horse snorted, ' did you think it was filled with rabbits and squirrels?' 'I was hoping for it, yes' replied Aspen. "This is nothing like home, I'm not sure I'll ever like it here. I hope they have nice animals." She said out loud. She'd already talked to all of the horses there, explaining her powers, and of course, they loved her. 'You must go back, and meet new people.' the mare said, blowing in the fairies face. 'But, there were people!'She shuddered at the though, and buried her face in the feisty mare's mane. 'I need a refill of some water, go and get me some dear, and while you're at it, meet some people!' She horse pushed the fairy out and pulled the door closed with her mouth.

"But, but Moon, you can't honestly say you want me to interact with those terrible creatures, can you?" Aspen grasped the key to the lock and held it tight. 'Put the key back on your necklace, bring me some water and then, maybe we can think of something together.' Aspen put the key back onto the chain and spread her wings majestically, the sun shining on them, making them shimmer in the sun. Today she was wearing her favorite outfit. A blue tank top with a a layered sorta material, a short green skirt that ended in blades of grass patterns, and blue pants with a scruffy kinda jean material. The pants reached the tops of her her ankle high black boots, covering the ankles, and covering part of the top of the boot. They weren't super nice material, but the were waterproof, and she loved them. To finish the ensemble was her favorite green grass belt. Deep in the woods you could find long pieces of grass that were the strongest in the world. You could make rope out of weaving them together. Aspen was sure to have brought some. She lifted her self off the ground with her wings flapping, as she surveyed the room looking for the water. She stayed in one place, flapping her wings, looking for some water.

Because the other people hadn't made much noise, Aspen didn't notice them. She was in a more secluded area of the stable, where she could find water for Moon. 'I'm not very strong you know, I can't carry all of this at once.' 'Just carry as much as you can' replied Moon. Aspen heaved the bucket, and flapped her wings. It was easier for her to fly. She struggled carrying the tin bucket full of water, and flew back to the main entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, grunting, and the weight of the bucket pulled her down. "Ow, ow, ow, ow," she cried, as the handle dug into her hands. "Can't do it anymore...." she opened her eyes just in time to see the bucket crash to the ground-her following after it. The water exploded everywhere, and as she landed on a the ground with an oomph, she was welcomed by a lovely little wave of water. Aspen sat up. "Oh dear" she said, looking at the bucket. She looked up only to see that there were other people in the room. "Oh no" she cried whimpering. She wanted to stand up and run away, but she wasn't sure that was the best solution. She stood up and wiped her clothes, and flapped her skirt."It had to be my favorite outfit too," she said sadly. "I should have gotten some of my friends to help." She held the bucket, and looked at the ground, embarrassed.

Aspen blinked. She hadn't meant to drop the bucket, not at all. She picked it up and looked over at Moon's stall. 'It's okay, it's just a bucket of water.' Moon told her. Now the other people were coming closer, they might even talk to her!

"You alright?" Asked the boy in the duo. "Yes, I'm fine", she whispered so softly it was barely hearable. She looked at the ground, not wanting to say anymore. She dusted off her boots, and heard another horse.

"Does one have something against buckets? Or does one enjoy spilling another's drink?"

Aspen stopped. He seemed to be accusing the other two people. She stepped forward. "Um, excuse me, they didn't spill the water, I did. I didn't mean too, but it was too heavy and my wings gave out," she said unfolding them. He continued on, very meanly. The horses could care less they told her, it was one bucket of water. Aspens eyes started to water. She sniffed. He was saying mean hurtful words, and it was just an accident! 'Moon, I made need you to get ready to run, I knew there was a reason I don't like humans!' Her lips quivered and she grabbed the key on her necklace, debating what to do.