Certain buckskin tobiano beastfolk was waiting for the new arrival to show up on the Foster family farm. And she'll be more than a good host no matter who shows up at the entrance. All the farmhands get a warm welcome and a taste of local hospitality under the Foster's roof.

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Rosalind went back to the farmhouse when she had finished with all the tasks for the time being. The sound of crunching gravel shifted to a clop of her hooves as she approached the porch and walked through the door of the farmhouse. And judging by the sounds coming from the kitchen once she was inside, Angus was also done and was busy preparing the breakfast for both of them. She and her husband discussed the plan for the day over coffee as they enjoyed the quiet and crisp air of the morning. Before work calls them again, and July's sun gets stronger.

20 minutes later, the buckskin tobiano was leaning against the railing of the porch, while she was thinking about the new farmhand. There's always work to be done, and the farm has plenty of people tending to the fields, livestock and small orchard, but another pair of hands is always helpful around here. Plus, you never know if an interesting story is just arms-length away as you pick up the zucchinis. Rosalind focused on the movement at the corner of her vision as she waited for their new arrival, then figuring out that it was just a couple of birds flying out of the tree by path leading to the farmhouse.

She knew it was maybe too early to wait there, yet there was a tentative excitement of welcoming someone other than a visitor to the farm. Well, not that she doesn't like the visitors that come every once in a while. But it was still a little while since someone new showed up. Speaking of new faces, Rosalind noticed one in the distance. She straightened up and moved from the porch to the gravel path. "Welcome to Foster family farm." She greeted the newcomer with a smile.