Training - First Saddle

After having Wednesday around the farm for a month and a half, I bought a big brass bell and hung it on a collar around her neck. If I hadn't, I would have gone insane. She was the quietest Neravontii I'd ever had the misfortune to meet, and she seemed to take great glee in sneaking up behind me while I was otherwise distracted and scaring the living daylights out of me! Once I had jumped backwards and landed butt-first in the water trough. Another time I had banged my head on the barn door. I don't think she was being malicious, mind, but still... enough was enough! To make matters worse, she was the most catatonic Nera I'd ever met, too. Seriously - I could pretty much poke at her until I had gotten her into whatever pose I wanted, and she'd just stare at me with those deep pits on her face, thinking her private Wednesday thoughts. She'd stay in said pose too. For minutes at a time. Then, suddenly, she'd seem to snap back to reality and want me to rub her chin. Between that, the fact she refused to come out of the barn until dusk (or unless it was an overcast day), and her knack for finding bones everywhere, I wasn't entirely sure what I'd gotten myself into.

Yes, she was a strange beast! Hence the name. Wednesday. As in: Wednesday Addams?

On the bright side, her total despondency made her the easiest Nera to saddle-train. Seriously. I just plopped the thing on her back, did it up, and we were done in five minutes flat. She didn't even twitch. Oh, sure, after her initial 'statue' routine she bent around to sniff at the thing a bit, and even shook herself (which is the most energetic movement I've ever gotten out of her, before or after), but that was it. She quickly dismissed the saddle as nothing important and went about her business. Which happened to be the excavation of a spot near bullpen's gate.

She'd found a dead squirrel