[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b]

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[b]location:[/b]Streets of newman[/centre]

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Niesha watched the child returned safety to where she belonged, and gave a relieved sigh. All this because of a raccoon. She glanced up at the walls, and gave another sigh. They hadn't got the horses under control yet, it seemed. She looked to Sophie, and said softly [color=fff200]"I don't know how much help I'll be, but I should go see if I can help with the horses. I should have kept hold of the raccoon..."[/color] she trailed off. She knew very little about horses. The foster home had taken them on a horse trio once, but that was horses trained for little kids. These horses weren't. And she was only little. 

[color=fff200]"why don't you stay with Megna and I'll see what help I can be? I'll be back"[/color] she said, and perhaps it was the distraction of having to chase down a horse, but Niesha leaned in and kissed Sophie on the cheek, [color=fff200]"and then how about we just rest?"[/color] she gave her a smile, before jogging off to the wall. One of the smaller entrances might prove better, and she was close enough to one to try it. 

She froze for a moment, mid-step, which probably looked quite comical. [i]oh god[/i]. Had she really just kissed Sophie on the cheek? Her foot went to the ground, and it was only the yells of demand to get the horse under control that spurred her forward once more. She didn't know what she was freaking out about that, it wasn't like she had full on kissed her, but...[i]what if she thinks I just like her as a friend?[/i]. That thought was too much for Niesha, and she stopped at the small entrance. 

Once through, she began to jog around the wall, searching for the horse or horses that were running around, but she came across Kristina instead. perplexed a moment, Niesha looked about, but only the sound of hooves indicated the horse was still nearby. [color=fff200]"Are you okay?"[/color] She asked, even as she held out a hand, uncaring about the fact Kristina was in a pile of manure. The horse could wait a moment. It didn’t look like to be going to the crops, and besides, she wasn’t going to leave her friend sitting in a pile of crap. [color=fff200]”I’ll try my hand at getting the damn thing under control, but I suspect I’ll just end up making things worse”[/color]