Ferinand Farm

Calista laughed and fixed her own plate, she began eating enjoying the taste of the food as well as the smell. "This is amazing Garulia." Calista said smiling.

Garulia BEAMED and finished his food.
"It wasn't a problem. I tried living on microwavables, once. I decided I had to cook," he joked happily.

Calista smiled and finished her food as well, "Yeah microwavables are not made to live on. I learned to cook so that my father wouldn't always have us eat microwave dinners every night. He's a terrible cook and he doesn't know his way around the kitchen at all." She laughed softly.

"But some things you have to deal with-for maybe a week," Garulia said happily. Then he looked at the clock and saw it was almost one in the afternoon.
"When was he supposed to get here, again...?"

Calista looked at the clock and saw the time, "Noon. Oh no." She said as she got up and ran out into the yard but found nothing wrong with it. She saw the horses were still in the field and her father was no where to been seen...so far. Calista walked into the barn to see if he was there but nothing then walked to where Spirit was and found her father checking the horse throughly. "Papa?" Calista said softly looking at him. The man turned around and looked at her, "Hello Sweetheart. Why didn't you tell me that your horse had got injured?" She looked down and said, "Because i was able to take care of it by myself. I didn't need any help with my horse nor any of my horses father." He walked out of the corral wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a pair of beat up steel toed boots. "I can see that. I also see that you changed the farm back....it seems to work with your life style which is good. I just thought that the way it was before worked but it must not have worked for you. I can see that now. Well let's head inside and we'll catch up on news from our homes. If that's ok with you Calista." Calista raised her head and looked him in the eyes, "Yes it is fine with me. Where are your bags?"

Garulia rushed out following her.
He held out his hand.
"Hello!" he said brightly. "I'm Calista's farmhand and friend! Glad to meet you!"

Calista's father shook Garulia's hand and said, "If you didn't say it like that i would have thought you were her boyfriend." Her father said as Calista glared at him for making such a comment to him. "Never give up do you?" Calista said walking towards the house. "Never will. It's not my fault i want my daughter happy with someone. Instead of wasting her time and effort on a farm that can usually run it's self." Her father retorted back. "Well young man do you have a name?"

Garulia rolled his eyes at Calista then nodded.
"Garulia, sir," he replied promptly. "No offense to your daughter, but she's a bit too old for me. I'm not exactly of age just yet..."
Blushing slightly he followed Calista.

Calista laughed softly at Garulia's comment to her father. "Well Garulia do you know anyone that would be willing to take my daughter. She's very stubborn and high strung about this place. It may be the place i raised her after her mother's death but it doesn't mean that she should waste all her time on it." Calista then turned around and stopped, "I'll marry when i'm good and ready father. I love this farm and i don't want it being destroyed by some man who doesn't know what in the bloody hell he is doing."

"I think she's got the right idea," Garulia said quietly. "I don't know anyone that's single, for the record. Cept me, of course."
He sighed sadly.
"Anyway, what should we do now, Calista? Any work for me?"