^ Aspen is a gelding, btw ;)
Eventually, Eryss just left the oats in a bucket and left him alone to eat it if he felt like it. He blew at her and she stroked his warm, soft neck before leaving the stall and carefully latching the lock behind her.
The day had been one of the most perfect days of her life. Although it really went against to grain to admit it - even to herself - coming here to her grandparents was one of the best things she had done in her life. And, of course, her new best friend Aspen was pretty cool too.
Giving Aspen a quick good-night kiss on his velvety nose over the stall door, she half-ran, half-skipped through the falling twilight to the house. Its light and warmth welcomed her after the chill outside, and the gently simmering pot on the stove was sending out some stomach-rumbling smells.
"Had a nice time?" Grandfather asked from the couch.
"It was fantastic. I never want to leave this place."
A look was exchanged between Grandfather and her grandmother at the table. "Hmm."
"What's for dinner?"
"Chicken soup. Go and stir it, please."
She stood up and bounded to the pot, skidding slightly on the polished planks of the floor. Looking around the kitchen, she spied a huge spoon-like thing and began to stir with it. Waves began to lap at the sides of the pot and a huge whirlpool opened in the middle. Bubbles formed and waves crashed over each other in a brown ocean of fury.
Eryss returned to the chair by the fire. "Stirred!"
Grandmother prudently ignored the puddles on the kitchen floor and benchtops near the pot. "Very good, dear. One day I'll have to teach you to cook."
"Seeing as you're here, let's talk about school," said Grandfather. "You start next week." (Critique is welcome, I have issues with too much dialogue, you can be harsh )