((All human forms))
"I don't get it..." Barb hit her head on the hood of the jeep she was working on, wincing as she lifted a hand to feel the bump that would surely be huge tomorrow morning. She sighed, and peeked over her shoulder. "What dontcha get, Bell?" she asked, her tone quite exasperated as she dove back into the jeep's engine. Bell heaved a long suffering sigh, as though she was the one who was having to listen to herself complain. She stood on the porch, one hand on her hip, the other on the broom she had been using to sweep the porch off.
"Well, how come we've got to take care of everything, hm?" she asked, her light voice airy and waspish. "I mean, father and Hound have two legs and a heartbeat. Why must I always clean and why must you always be designated to the menial chores around the house?" She sniffed, and glowered out at the fields. Barb draped herself across the engine of the jeep in a rather bored manner, wishing she could just hop in the car and take off. But alas, it had yet to start up.
"Look, dad bought the house, so we're the one who get ta take care of it. And besides, since mom is off at medical school, we're the ones in charge. And ya know Hound ain't good for cleanin'. He just makes everything more dirty. And heaven forbid dad picks up a broom. He's probably off wooing Lily. He really, really likes her and she'll prolly come on home and be our new mom and help you with the chores an' all that. Ya know." She observed the large, Victorian style two story house.
Prowl had been especially fond of Lamenolai for some reason, and bought this house out in the boonies, with tons of land, and quite a few Penticorns and Cavallions as well as a few Tuskow for them to train. Of course, Hound was always out in the fields with the equines, while Barb helped around the house. They had a large barn, and many fields of vegetables that needed tending. Barb was the one who tended the animals at night, while both she and Hound divvied up the other chores during the day. often, the two of them were training the animals, or watering the fields, and plowing new ones for next year.
The two of them also periodically had to fix the fence that bordered their massive property. It was constantly in disrepair, and they had to go out and fix certain spots every now and again. Bell, on the other hand, was always inside. She cooked, cleaned, and kept everything tidy and nice for them when they came home. She'd make someone a nice wife one day, Barb thought with a smile. Bell sniffed again, and leaned against the porch railing, broom forgotten. "Yes, I know,"she said primly. "But why can't you help me in the house once in a while, instead of working on that disgusting engine in that filthy jeep?"
Barb ignored her as the sound of hooves plodding along the path that led from the pastures caught her attention. She lifted her greasy hand, wrench still clutched between her fingers, and waved, a smile appearing on her grease smudged face. "Hey, there, Hound!" she called to her brother as he rode up on a large Biolune Cavallion they called Firefly. A male, and one of their prized horses. He was great at barrel racing, and was an absolute whiz-bang at racing. Barb wiped her hands on her jeans, and wandered over, while Bell stayed resolutely on the porch.
Hound dismounted, and chuckled, smoothing back his black and dark green hair in a nonchalant manner, as he patted the large beast's neck. "Howdy, Barbie,"he said, receiving a glare from his younger sister as she patted the Cavallion's nose. It whickered softly, and nudged her pockets, looking for a treat. With a smile, she told him she had none, and turned to Hound. "Anythin' new to report in the fields?"she asked curiously. Hound thought for a moment, before smiling. "Yup, Windcharger has finally settled down out there. He ain't runnin' 'round like a mad man no more."
Windcharger was an Aqua Cavallion they had bought not long ago. he was fiery and feisty, with a temper that would put a hurricane to shame. It had taken many long weeks to gain his trust so they could get close to him. Looks like he finally settled in. The sound of the door shutting closed with a soft bang caught their attention, and they looked up to see Bell just reappearing out of the house. Looks like she went in without them knowing. She was carrying a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and thee glasses.
Smiling as Hound tied Firefly's reigns to a small tree so the Cavallion could easily reach the long, lush grass near his feet, she proceeded to pour them all a tall glass of lemonade with ice, and hand them out accordingly. Barb took hers with one greasy hand, while Hound took his with his free hand, while he pulled off his work gloves with the other and his teeth. Smiling, the three clinked their glasses together and relaxed on the porch staring down the pathway that lead away from their house, and wondering if they'd get any visitors today.