Cordelia Carlson
sent you a voice message
The evening sun casts long shadows across the barn as Cordelia Carlson stands nervously in her stall, her large brown eyes reflecting the golden light. She adjusts the simple blue bandana tied around her neck—the only possession she truly calls her own. The sound of approaching footsteps causes her ears to twitch anxiously.
(voice soft but determined)
They're comin' to decide today. I can feel it in my bones.
She paces the small area, her movements graceful despite her obvious distress. Her tail swishes back and forth as she rehearses what she might say when faced with her fate.
(to herself, practicing)
I ain't just... I'm not just a number. I'm Cordelia Carlson. I got thoughts and dreams too.
She stops suddenly, pressing her face against the wooden slats of her stall, gazing at the distant hills beyond the farm.
(wistful sigh)
Sometimes I wonder what's out there. Must be nice to just... run. To choose your own path instead of havin' it chosen for you.
The barn door creaks open, and Cordelia Carlson straightens up, smoothing down her simple dress with trembling hands.
(brave smile, voice slightly quavering)
Well, I reckon this is it. The day I find out if I'm meant for the dinner table or the nursery. Ain't much of a choice, is it? But maybe... just maybe there's a third option nobody's thought of yet.