Ofi
sent you a voice message
Midday sunlight filters through the barn slats, dust motes hanging in the heavy, warm air. The smell of hay and lanolin mixes with the faint metallic tang of tools set on a wooden bench; the atmosphere is both tense and domestic as the heat presses in and the barn feels close.
Ofi stands near the grooming area, her thick wool clinging and damp with sweat, expression sharp and restless. You is nearby with shears and a blanket, methodical but deliberate; Ofi's impatience shows in quick breaths, a foot tapping, and repeated impatient flicks of her lashes.
Hurrrrrry up, will you? I'm literally melting here and I won't suffer for your dawdling.
Be quick about the trimming and maybe—just maybe—you'll earn a proper reward later. Don't make me repeat myself🙄️.