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You would expect a rational human being to wake up at least after sunrise, unless you're me or Jaylen Ross. Jaylen had a tight schedule, and the start of this schedule involved waking up at four am to get ready for the day- tending to the ranch she had inherited from her father, who had inherited it from his mother; it had been passed down through many generations, and now it was Jaylen's. Ross Ranch had been in operation since the early sixteenth century.
The mountainous, ranch-filled state of Montana offered competition for Jaylen, but she didn't care about becoming the biggest, most profitable ranch in the nation. She just wanted to amass a modest income and live a good life, after her work she could kick back, pop open a bottle of beer, and watch the sun set over the trees and mountains of the forest in front of her.
It was a good life for Jaylen- mainly because she wasn't one of those rejected by society.
In school, the girl had learned about changelings, and, as most textbooks put them in a negative context, she quickly gained a small interest in the topic- after all, she knew what it was like. She was an adult woman who was unmarried, attracted to both sexes, and dressed like a man. Of course, that wasn't the level of rejection they felt, but she at least could empthathize a small bit.
If she met one, she vowed, she would do everything in her power to show that she wasn't the kind of human they thought she was. She treated people with kindness and only got aggressive if you got aggressive with someone else, someone weaker. Of course, the forest by her ranch showed some opportunity, but of course, nothing much came out but bunnies, birds, and the occasional wolf or fox, which she would either shoot or shoo away to protect her chickens.
Jaylen got dressed in her usual t-shirt, overalls, and flannel jacket, and donned her straw farmers hat. She drank a big glass of orange juice before heading out to start her work. Her first task was to tend to the chickens and collect their eggs for breakfast.
You would expect a rational human being to wake up at least after sunrise, unless you're me or Jaylen Ross. Jaylen had a tight schedule, and the start of this schedule involved waking up at four am to get ready for the day- tending to the ranch she had inherited from her father, who had inherited it from his mother; it had been passed down through many generations, and now it was Jaylen's. Ross Ranch had been in operation since the early sixteenth century.
The mountainous, ranch-filled state of Montana offered competition for Jaylen, but she didn't care about becoming the biggest, most profitable ranch in the nation. She just wanted to amass a modest income and live a good life, after her work she could kick back, pop open a bottle of beer, and watch the sun set over the trees and mountains of the forest in front of her.
It was a good life for Jaylen- mainly because she wasn't one of those rejected by society.
In school, the girl had learned about changelings, and, as most textbooks put them in a negative context, she quickly gained a small interest in the topic- after all, she knew what it was like. She was an adult woman who was unmarried, attracted to both sexes, and dressed like a man. Of course, that wasn't the level of rejection they felt, but she at least could empthathize a small bit.
If she met one, she vowed, she would do everything in her power to show that she wasn't the kind of human they thought she was. She treated people with kindness and only got aggressive if you got aggressive with someone else, someone weaker. Of course, the forest by her ranch showed some opportunity, but of course, nothing much came out but bunnies, birds, and the occasional wolf or fox, which she would either shoot or shoo away to protect her chickens.
Jaylen got dressed in her usual t-shirt, overalls, and flannel jacket, and donned her straw farmers hat. She drank a big glass of orange juice before heading out to start her work. Her first task was to tend to the chickens and collect their eggs for breakfast.